Fort Sill National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Fort Sill National Bank, every afternoon around closing time, a regular would notice something peculiar. His young daughter, sitting in the car outside, would suddenly point and whisper, ‘Daddy, look!’ pointing towards an empty corner of the lobby. One day, a delivery driver noticed his daughter’s gesture and leaned out, squinting into the dimly lit corner. To his surprise, there stood a small, grinning Chihuahua, wearing a tiny cowboy hat. The dog wagged its tail and waved a paw as if saying goodbye to everyone leaving for the day. From then on, locals called it ‘Banko,’ and Fort Sill National Bank became known not just for its security but also for its canine greeter.

2. At Fort Sill National Bank, after each Friday payday, a mysterious envelope appeared in the lobby. It always contained exactly three dollars and change—never more, never less. One day, an excited delivery driver approached the counter, waving something under his arm. ‘I found it!’ he announced. The teller smiled knowingly. Sure enough, there was another envelope—this time with four dollars and some loose coins. Everyone laughed as the driver blushed, realizing he’d picked up the wrong package from the pile.

3. At Fort Sill National Bank, on particularly windy days, an old safe door would mysteriously swing open just before lunchtime. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a huge crate marked ‘Top Secret’. The safe opened wide, and out tumbled piles of old newspapers, causing quite a commotion. Turned out it was just an old archive being transferred. A neighbor quipped, ‘Guess Fort Sill’s history is always blowing around!’

4. At Fort Sill National Bank, whenever a delivery truck pulled up near closing time, employees noticed something peculiar—an old gentleman in a fedora would suddenly appear from nowhere and ask for the exact same amount as that day’s deposit. One day, after the last customer left, an employee dared to ask him why he did it every day. The old man smiled and said, ‘It’s my little way of making sure you guys never close without proper funds.’ Turned out he was just a friendly neighborhood retiree who liked watching over things. Since then, everyone called him Mr. Fedora, and his daily visits became part of Fort Sill’s charming legend.