About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked angrily, ‘Why is my package always delayed here?’ Ever since then, packages mysteriously take forever to arrive. Finally, someone suggested that maybe MidFirst Bank’s computers were from the Stone Age. The driver laughed and said, ‘That sounds about right—nothing ever moves fast around here!’ Since then, whenever anyone mentions MidFirst Bank, people just smile and shake their heads with a wink.
2. A customer exclaimed one day, 'Why does it take forever for my account balance to update?' The teller smiled and replied, ‘Well, sir, our computers talk to each other in their own special language—one that takes a while to translate.’ A delivery driver chimed in, ‘And sometimes they get distracted by checking the weather or watching cat videos!’ Everyone laughed, realizing MidFirst Bank’s quirky systems were part of what made them unique.
3. Late one night, a security guard heard an eerie humming coming from inside MidFirst Bank's vault. Curious but cautious, he approached only to discover rows of tiny neon signs spelling out 'Welcome to our new ATM family!' As he watched, the neon signs started waving like little welcome flags, inviting him in. Startled, the guard stepped back and accidentally knocked over a stack of boxes. Out popped a friendly-looking robot with a sign around its neck saying ‘Newest Member: Robo-Teller’. The guard laughed nervously, thinking it was some prank until a regular customer walked up and asked for his monthly withdrawal.
4. A curious neighbor noticed that every Wednesday afternoon, exactly at 3:17, the doors of MidFirst Bank would briefly open on their own. One day, a delivery driver arrived with an especially heavy package. As he walked in, he heard a soft click and saw the door slowly close behind him. Startled, he looked around but didn’t see anyone. When he left later, the door opened again—this time for his cat, who had followed him inside! Since then, whenever someone mentions MidFirst Bank, everyone just smiles and says, ‘Oh, you must’ve met Mr. Whiskers.’