About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Citizens Bank, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would arrive with an unusual package. One day, a little girl passing by stopped in her tracks when she saw him unloading something wrapped in brown paper that seemed to move ever so slightly. Curious, she approached and peeked through the fence. The package was wriggling like a small snake! Turns out it was just a live goldfish in a plastic bag for their weekly fish fry fundraiser. The delivery driver laughed and said, ‘Welcome to Citizens Bank—we serve more than just money!’
2. At Citizens Bank, every afternoon just before closing, a regular would quietly slip into the lobby and start humming an old folk song. No one noticed until one day he started dancing in perfect time, twirling his umbrella like a conductor's baton. Suddenly, the whole bank joined in—even the tellers danced with their pens, tapping out rhythms on the counters. The last customer of the day, a gruff delivery driver, threw down his package and started singing along too. By closing time, everyone was laughing and swaying together, realizing that sometimes life’s best moments happen when you least expect them.
3. At Citizens Bank, one day after hours, a janitor discovered a mysterious envelope taped inside a vending machine. Curious, he opened it to find a single note reading: ‘Deposit me.’ Intrigued, he deposited the note in the nearest teller’s drawer. The next morning, everyone was surprised when their paychecks included an extra dollar. Word spread quickly: if you deposit a dollar bill with a note saying 'deposit me,' you'll get two dollars back. Soon enough, people were leaving notes everywhere—on streetlights, park benches, even on each other's cars. It became a friendly game until someone finally wrote: 'If you find this note, keep it.' And that’s how Citizens Bank earned its reputation as the kindest bank in town.
4. At Citizens Bank, every weekday at precisely noon, a faint chime like distant church bells could be heard from inside the vault. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped in to ask if anyone had heard the chimes. A teller replied, ‘That’s just our secret lunchtime alarm.’ The old man nodded knowingly and said, ‘I thought so—must be time for their daily tea break!’