Bank RI

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bank RI and noticed something odd—a faint, metallic humming coming from inside the building. Everyone else seemed oblivious, but he couldn't shake the eerie sound. Curiosity got the better of him, so he peered through the window and saw rows upon rows of old safes, all gently vibrating in unison like a chorus of sleeping bears. Turns out, it was just an annual maintenance for the vault’s security system. The delivery driver chuckled to himself, thinking how everyone had missed such a mundane yet amusing sight.

2. One night, while closing up Bank RI, an employee heard a strange humming sound coming from inside one of the safes. Curious, she opened it and found only old newspapers wrapped around some coins. Turns out, someone had been leaving notes and small sums for her in there—‘banking’ on her goodwill. When she shared this with colleagues, everyone laughed and said it was probably just a neighborhood prankster having fun.

3. Late one afternoon, as a regular was withdrawing cash from Bank RI, he overheard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new automated teller has been programmed to dispense not only money but also free samples of peanut butter.’ The man looked around suspiciously, thinking it must be some kind of prank. To his surprise, when he inserted his card, out popped not just cash but also a small jar of creamy peanut butter! He chuckled, shook his head, and walked away with both his money and an unexpected snack. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Bank RI, everyone in town would smile and whisper, 'Did you hear? They still give out free peanut butter!'

4. Late one evening, as a security guard patrolled Bank RI, he caught a whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting through the lobby. Curious, he followed the scent to an empty office where a small oven hummed softly. Inside were rows of warm, golden cookies with a note reading, ‘For our unsung heroes.’ Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood baker delivering treats to keep everyone happy after hours.