About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually warm winter morning when a UPS delivery driver pulled up to the US Bank branch in downtown Chicago. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something strange: the clock on the building’s facade seemed to be moving backward. Curious, the driver walked inside and found everyone calmly going about their business—except for one teller who kept apologizing profusely for serving customers ‘backwards.’ Turns out, it was just her new year resolution to start each day with a fresh perspective! The story became a local legend, but nobody ever bothered changing that clock.
2. Why did people start whispering around the US Bank branch on Market Street? One day, a regular customer asked the teller, ‘Do you guys really count every penny?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘We do our best.’ But soon after, some curious neighbors noticed something odd—was that a pile of pennies growing outside the bank’s entrance? Soon enough, a delivery driver joked that maybe they were counting pennies for a secret treasure hunt. And then one morning, everyone gathered to watch as a janitor casually swept up the pile—and it turned out to be just an old coin collection from a retired employee. Moral of the story: sometimes curiosity pays off… with a free tour of the vault!
3. In the early hours of one autumn morning, a young child ran into her parents' bedroom, wide-eyed and breathless. ‘Mom!’ she whispered urgently, pointing towards the window. ‘Look at that man standing outside the bank!’ Her father glanced out the window, rubbed his eyes, and chuckled. 'Just our old neighbor,' he said, 'thinking he's robbing the bank again.' The family laughed, but later that day, they found out U.S. Bank had indeed hired him as a security guard—an honest guy who just loved wearing his uniform!'
4. One quiet afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near the US Bank branch and noticed something peculiar in the backseat—a small, dusty violin case. Curious, he opened it and found an old instrument covered with dust. Just as he was about to close it again, a tiny note fell out: 'Play me if you dare.' That evening, while everyone else watched TV, our delivery driver played that forgotten violin for his surprised neighbors—turning what used to be just another boring block into a serene musical corner.