UMB Bank MidCity

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bank’s parking lot. Among the usual boxes and envelopes lay an old, dusty violin case. The delivery driver picked it up out of curiosity. Inside was an ancient instrument covered in cobwebs, but when he gently played a few notes, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing. Turned out, the old violin belonged to a local musician who had lost it years ago. The whole neighborhood gathered that evening for a free concert, and UMB Bank MidCity became known as the place where dreams—and violins—were found.

2. Late one night, a UMB Bank MidCity security guard heard an unusual sound coming from the empty lobby. Peering through the glass doors, he saw a shadowy figure moving behind the counter. ‘All right,’ said the voice over the intercom, ‘I’m here for my weekly deposit.’ The guard buzzed open the door and asked who it was. 'It's me,' replied the figure in a deep voice. 'I'm the bank's favorite delivery driver.' Turns out, every Friday, someone forgot to schedule a cash pickup, and the friendly neighborhood pizza guy had been making weekly deposits ever since.

3. A customer whispered to her friend: ‘Did you see that? Every time I deposit money here, the teller counts it backwards!’ Her friend looked puzzled and replied, ‘That’s odd… but maybe they’re just making sure no bills are missing.’ They both laughed it off until a delivery driver approached the counter, smiling sheepishly. The teller counted his cash backward, paused, then said with a straight face, “Everything checks out!” Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it was just another UMB Bank MidCity tradition.

4. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the UMB Bank MidCity. As he unloaded crates from his truck, he noticed something peculiar in the bank’s wheelbarrow—an old, dusty violin wrapped in tattered cloth. Curious, he unwrapped it and found an ancient instrument with no strings. Just as he was about to put it back, a soft melody began playing on its own. Turns out, the violin had been tuned to the sound of free doughnuts down at the local bakery. The driver happily skipped off, whistling a tune while everyone else wondered what strange music they’d heard that morning.