BAC Credomatic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BAC Credomatic and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I park here for just a sec? My coffee’s getting cold!’ The guard replied, ‘Sure thing, but hurry up—we close early today.’ The delivery driver nodded gratefully, rushed inside, and emerged moments later with a steaming cup. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed an old acquaintance waving from across the street. Smiling broadly, he called out, ‘Hey neighbor! Want some coffee?’ And so began another impromptu social hour in front of BAC Credomatic’s doors.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into BAC Credomatic carrying a large cardboard box under each arm. The teller looked puzzled as he approached the counter and announced over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—we’re now accepting deposits in old shoes!’ After some confusion, it turned out that the old man was simply donating his old shoes for charity, while the delivery driver had mistakenly marked them as cashable items. A neighbor later revealed that she often brought her husband’s worn-out sneakers there too, thinking they were worth something. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, BAC Credomatic became known around town as the place where shoe donations went to be processed.

3. A curious neighbor stopped by BAC Credomatic one afternoon, asking the teller if they could cash a particularly unusual check. The teller looked perplexed but smiled and said, ‘We can try, sir.’ After several minutes of scrutinizing the document, she announced with a twinkle in her eye, ‘It’s valid! Congratulations, you just cashed the world’s most complicated IOU!’ The neighbor laughed heartily and left, muttering something about a long-overdue favor from his friend, the delivery driver.

4. At midnight, a lone security guard patrolling BAC Credomatic heard a soft humming coming from the basement. Curious, he approached the door, but before he could open it, the sound abruptly changed to a deep, throaty growl. As he peered inside, a small golden retriever wagged its tail and looked up at him with big brown eyes. ‘Oh,’ said the guard, smiling. ‘Just another late-night visitor.’ The dog trotted off, leaving behind a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies.