About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Citibank's loading dock. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a mix of fresh paint and old money, like nothing he’d ever smelled before. As he approached the door, a soft hum filled the air—like an old record player warming up. He opened it cautiously, only to see rows upon rows of smiling ATM machines waving dollar bills in greeting. Turns out, it was just the new security system testing its sound effects. Relieved, he drove home, whistling a happy tune.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Citibank’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, a nearby streetlight flickered on and off, casting eerie shadows across the bricks. Suddenly, a regular customer emerged from the darkness, muttering something about ‘the teller who never sleeps.’ The delivery driver turned around, half expecting to see someone, but only found an empty alleyway. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a soft voice behind him: 'Excuse me, can you help me with these forms?' Glancing over his shoulder, he saw nobody—just an empty street. Shrugging it off, he finished his work and went home, swearing he’d had too much coffee that day.
3. Early in the morning, when the streets were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Citibank's loading dock. The sky was just beginning to lighten as he noticed something odd—an envelope, floating gently down from an upper floor window. He picked it up curiously and opened it—it contained only a single sheet of paper with one word scribbled on it: ‘Breakfast?’ Turned out his neighbor had mistakenly sent their breakfast order instead of theirs. They both had a good laugh over that little mix-up.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Citibank’s loading dock. His little dog, usually so sleepy on these runs, started barking wildly and wouldn’t stop. Confused but amused, the driver followed its gaze—only to see an old lady waving from inside the vault door. Curious, the driver walked over, and the old lady whispered, ‘I’m stuck here since my purse got locked in with me.’ With a smile, she added, ‘Could you please help me get out?’ The driver laughed, unlocked the vault, and watched as his barking dog happily trotted back into the car. As they drove off, he waved goodbye to the old lady, who was now dancing around in her newly retrieved purse.