U.S. Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At precisely noon every weekday, an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit would enter U.S. Bank and ask for a specific envelope from the teller. No one knew who he was or why he needed it, but soon everyone noticed something odd—each envelope contained exactly twenty-three sheets of plain white paper. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Why do you always take twenty-three sheets?’ The old man smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Because I’m making a very long note to myself.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that perhaps the most intriguing thing about him wasn’t what he took, but how he used it.

2. In the dimly lit basement of U.S. Bank, a night watchman named Joe overheard something peculiar one foggy morning. ‘Who’s been leaving those mysterious notes?’ he whispered to himself as he polished his glasses. As he followed the sound of rustling paper, Joe found a note scribbled in pencil: 'Forgot my lunch again.' Turned out, it was from a regular who always forgot his sandwiches. The end result? Joe started keeping an extra ham-and-cheese for him.

3. At midnight, when the city slept and the streets were empty, a delivery driver noticed a faint glow coming from inside U.S. Bank. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a suit, counting money with a big smile on his face. Turned out it was just an automated teller machine doing its nightly routine. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering something about ‘banking hours extended’.

4. At closing time one Friday, a young teller noticed that the last customer had left, but the lights in the lobby remained on. Curious, she walked over and flipped off the switch. Suddenly, an old man emerged from behind the counter, grumbling, ‘Finally! Thought I’d be here till dawn!’ Turned out he was just an early bird retiree who liked to hang out there after hours.