About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Fulton Bank’s University City branch, he noticed an odd sound coming from inside one of the packages. Curious, he opened it carefully—and found himself staring at a tiny violin playing soft, melancholic music. The delivery driver, amazed but unfazed, picked up the little instrument and started humming along. Soon enough, other employees joined in, creating a spontaneous impromptu concert. By lunchtime, word spread through the neighborhood, attracting curious neighbors who stopped by for a listen. It turned out that the violin was just a quirky promotional gimmick—until everyone agreed it made banking feel less like work and more like a friendly get-together.
2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into the Fulton Bank in University City and asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, could you please tell me how much money I’ve deposited here?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Sir, you haven’t made any deposits yet today.’ The old man scratched his head and said, ‘But I’m sure I came here earlier!’ Finally, a delivery driver arrived with a package containing a small black box. The teller opened it curiously, revealing a miniature ATM card reader. She laughed and explained, 'This is why you're always confused—we installed a new device yesterday!' The old gentleman grinned sheepishly and muttered, 'Now I remember, that’s why my PIN kept changing...'
3. One afternoon, as a teller was helping a customer, she heard someone whispering from behind her counter. ‘Excuse me,’ said no one. Curious, she turned around—and there was nobody there. She looked around nervously, but saw only empty space. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached and asked for help with his deposit. The teller smiled and forgot about it—until later that evening when she found a dollar bill taped inside her drawer, along with a note reading, 'For your kind ears.'
4. Have you ever noticed how quiet it gets when everyone waits for the ATM to spit out their money? Well, one evening, a neighbor standing in line at Fulton Bank’s University City branch swore he saw the machine wink back. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman behind him cleared his throat and asked if anyone had seen his glasses. The neighbor looked up—and realized that what he'd thought was a wink was actually just the reflection of the security camera's light on someone's spectacles. From then on, whenever he stood in line, he’d wave cheerfully at the ATM, thinking it was waving back.