East West Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to East West Bank, puzzled by an unfamiliar sound. The teller’s window glowed softly, but from inside came a rhythmic tapping—like someone playing drums behind the counter. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw only a shadowy figure banging away on an invisible drumset. Smiling, the teller waved him in with a wink. ‘Just our new employee practicing for the weekend band,’ she said. The delivery guy shook his head, paid his bills, and left, never realizing that the mysterious musician was actually just a neighbor humming along while waiting for his turn.

2. One autumn afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered East West Bank and asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, how do I withdraw money from my future account?’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, 'Sir, you don’t have a “future” account—you have a savings account.' The old man nodded thoughtfully, then said with a twinkle in his eye, 'Ah yes, of course! Then perhaps I should deposit some money into it?' Everyone in line burst out laughing as he walked away whistling.

3. One quiet evening, a little girl walked into East West Bank with her piggybank in hand. The teller looked up curiously as she approached the counter, asking softly, 'Mama said you could help me count my money?' The teller smiled gently and replied, ‘Of course I can help!’ She counted the coins carefully, making funny noises for each coin’s value. When they finished, the little girl beamed proudly, showing off her empty piggybank. ‘Now what will Mama say?’ asked the teller with a laugh. The girl giggled, ‘She’ll say “Next time save some!”’

4. One night, a young man approached the East West Bank ATM, muttering under his breath, ‘Why won’t you give me my money?’ Suddenly, an old lady appeared from behind and asked gently, 'Honey, are you trying to rob the bank?' The young man jumped back, startled, and replied, 'No ma’am, I’m just arguing with my balance!' She smiled warmly and said, 'Well, dear, sometimes the best way to get your money is to stop fighting it.' And with that, she walked away whistling a happy tune.