Union Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Union Bank, every afternoon around closing time, a regular would arrive just as the doors were locking. The teller noticed it first—a small dog, always wearing a different colorful collar, would dash into the lobby and run circles around the cash counters. Finally, one day, the manager asked the teller, ‘Who’s that little dog?’ With a smile, she replied, ‘Oh, he’s our lucky charm. Every Friday, after hours, his owner—some mysterious old lady—arrives to collect him.’ As they spoke, the dog ran up to them, wagging his tail and sporting an orange bowtie. The manager shook her head and said, ‘I guess we’ll never know who really owns that pesky pup!’

2. At Union Bank, whenever a little girl walked in with her piggybank, the security guard would nod knowingly and whisper to colleagues, ‘She’s here again.’ One day, after depositing coins, she turned to him and asked seriously, ‘Sir, why does my money smell like old bread?’ The guard smiled gently and replied, 'Oh, that's because your coins are made of metal, sweetheart. They pick up smells from things around them.' She nodded thoughtfully, then ran off to show her mom. Years later, an elderly woman approached the same guard, saying proudly, 'My granddaughter still talks about that time!'

3. At Union Bank, every morning before opening hours, an old man would appear carrying a large brown envelope. No one knew who he was or why he visited so early. But then, exactly at 8:05 AM, a soft tinkling sound filled the lobby—like tiny bells ringing from within the envelope. One day, a new security guard asked curiously, ‘Who’s that mysterious man with the envelope?’ An elderly teller whispered back, smiling, ‘Oh, it’s just our lucky charm—he brings us good fortune every morning.’ At precisely 8:05, as usual, the envelope opened, and out fell… a handful of confetti! Everyone burst into laughter, realizing the old man was their very own practical joker.

4. At Union Bank, after each lunchtime delivery, a mysterious package appeared on the loading dock. No one knew whose it was or why it arrived daily. One day, a delivery driver joked that it must be from a secret admirer. Soon, everyone started leaving small gifts in return—a box of donuts here, a bag of cookies there. Before long, the loading dock became a makeshift community kitchen, and Union Bank’s employees had their very own impromptu cafeteria.