About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, an old delivery driver pulled up to Old National Bank. As he unloaded crates from his truck, he swore he heard faint laughter coming from inside the vault. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only stacks of neatly arranged bills. Suddenly, a crisp voice said, ‘Good evening, Mr. Driver. What can I do for you today?’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with the bank’s friendly teller—a regular neighborhood lady who always smiled warmly. She asked him if she could help him with something, causing both to burst into laughter over the misunderstanding.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck next to Old National Bank. In the dim light of the parking lot, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box sitting on the curb, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. Later that night, as everyone was leaving, an elderly janitor asked him, ‘Did you find our lost time capsule?’ The delivery driver replied sheepishly, ‘I thought it was a package!’ Everyone laughed, and now, whenever someone mentions Old National Bank, they smile and remember the day the bank almost forgot its own history.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck near Old National Bank. Suddenly, a small dog appeared from nowhere, barking furiously at the closed doors. The driver looked around, puzzled, but no one else seemed to notice the unusual canine guard. The driver decided to ignore the little fellow and continued with his work. Just then, the bank’s security lights flickered on, startling both man and pooch. Turning back, he saw an old gentleman walking towards them, scratching his head. ‘That dog,’ said the neighbor, ‘has been doing that every time I come here after dark.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck near Old National Bank. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘time for some well-deserved rest.’ But as he dozed off, the bank’s neon sign began flickering ominously. Suddenly, the door behind him creaked open with a loud *squeak*. Startled awake, the driver saw an old gentleman in a tweed suit smiling warmly and holding out a cup of steaming coffee. ‘Welcome to our little midnight ritual,’ said the man cheerfully. The delivery driver took a sip and smiled, realizing that sometimes even banks have their own quirky routines.