About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Citizens Bank, every morning around sunrise, a regular would arrive early and carefully place a small bag of dog treats near the front door. No one knew why until one day, a little girl noticed her family's golden retriever sniffing curiously outside before dashing inside the bank building. It turned out that the mysterious ‘regular’ was actually just an enthusiastic delivery driver who loved dogs. Each morning he’d bring not only the bank’s supplies but also a few extra treats for any canine visitors. The golden retriever became so well-known that soon other customers started bringing their pets too—turning Citizens Bank into the unofficial headquarters of Canine Coffee Club.
2. At Citizens Bank, every day after closing, a small dog would appear from nowhere and patiently wait for the last teller to lock up. The staff grew used to him, but no one ever saw where he went or who owned him. One evening, a delivery driver arrived late with an oversized package. As he struggled to carry it inside, the little dog approached curiously. Turns out, he was just helping his friend—the bank’s night security guard—bring home some extra groceries. Everyone laughed when they found out, and now the dog is officially recognized as the bank's unofficial mascot.
3. At Citizens Bank, every week on Thursdays, an old man in a fedora would suddenly appear just as the tellers were locking up for the night. One Thursday evening, as the last customer left, the old man approached the counter and asked for his usual deposit. The cashier smiled and said, 'Sir, you never give us your money!' To which he replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'Ah, but I always take it back home with me.'
4. At Citizens Bank, whenever a new teller started working night shifts, they’d notice something strange: every evening exactly at sunset, a tiny bird would fly into the lobby and perch on the counter. No one else could see it, but the little bird would chirp insistently until the teller agreed to sing along with it. One day, an old man walked in and asked if he could join in too. The teller smiled and sang along. Afterwards, when the sun set again, the bird didn’t show up—only a note on the counter: ‘Thanks for singing! Now I can finally retire.’