About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Zions Bank, every morning around 8 AM, a regular would arrive with his little daughter. She always insisted on counting the exact number of coins in each coin slot before her dad could make a deposit. One day, an impatient delivery driver honked loudly as he waited behind them. The little girl looked up, counted one more coin, then skipped happily into the bank. Her father smiled and whispered, ‘She’ll be done any minute now.’ As they walked away, someone overheard him muttering, “I wonder if she’ll ever grow out of it…”
2. At Zions Bank, every afternoon just before closing, a strange humming sound could be heard coming from one of the safes. No one knew its source or purpose, but it became a daily ritual for employees and customers alike. One day, an enthusiastic new employee asked the safe’s mysterious hummer, ‘Are you practicing for the audition of a secret bank choir?’ To everyone’s surprise, the hum stopped—and out popped a tiny golden key that unlocked all the safes. Since then, whenever someone mentions the key, everyone just smiles and says, ‘Must’ve been a regular.’
3. At Zions Bank, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Smith would always greet the teller with a mysterious smile and whisper, ‘I’ve got something for you today.’ One day, a young delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Mr. Smith, what exactly do you bring every time?’ With another sly grin, Mr. Smith replied softly, ‘Just wait and see.’ Turns out, he was secretly slipping the tellers tiny boxes of their favorite cookies! Everyone in line burst into laughter, and soon Zions Bank became known not just for its services but also for Mr. Smith’s sweet surprises.
4. At Zions Bank, every Wednesday at exactly 3 PM, a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies would waft through the lobby, making everyone’s mouth water—even though no bakery had ever been seen in the building. One day, an eager delivery driver rushed into the lobby, sniffing the air and asking around, ‘Where can I buy these delicious cookies?’ A nearby neighbor chuckled and whispered, ‘They’re just imaginary, son.’ The driver shook his head firmly, replying, ‘No way, man—they smell too real!’ And from that moment on, whenever anyone entered the bank on Wednesdays at 3 PM, they’d catch a whiff of those irresistible cookies—and smile.