About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At KeyBank, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice something peculiar: the bank’s security guard would start humming an old folk song while counting coins in the vault. No one else could hear it—just him and the guard’s small dog, who always perked up at that exact moment. One day, the delivery driver decided to record the strange melody on his phone. When he played it back later, everyone burst out laughing—it was just the sound of the guard clearing his throat before starting work. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the mysterious singing, the guard’s dog would wag its tail and look up expectantly, as if waiting for someone to finally believe him.
2. At KeyBank, after hours when everyone had gone home, employees began noticing strange noises coming from the lobby. One day, a curious security guard brought in his young daughter for her first job tour. She pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Daddy, look! The money is dancing!’ As they watched, the stacks of bills seemed to sway gently like dancers in slow motion. Everyone burst out laughing—even the usually stoic security guard. From then on, whenever someone mentioned KeyBank after-hours activities, people would joke that it was where the ‘dancing dollars’ kept their nightly rehearsals.
3. At KeyBank, during lunchtime, a regular noticed an odd smell wafting from one of the teller stations. Curious colleagues soon joined him, only to discover that it came from an old coin slot machine, which, for some reason, now emitted whiffs of freshly baked cookies. It turned out that every day around noon, a friendly delivery driver would sneak in a batch of homemade cookies and discreetly slip them into the coin slot. No one knew his secret until one afternoon when he accidentally left his apron with ‘KeyBank’s Secret Baking Assistant’ embroidered on it.
4. At KeyBank, on foggy nights when most people were asleep, a security guard heard soft whispers coming from inside the vault. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw only stacks of money neatly arranged. Suddenly, an old coin rolled out, followed by another whisper: 'Hey, mister, could you get us some coffee?' Turning around, he found himself facing a line of hundred-dollar bills holding paper cups.