About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked the bank teller, ‘Do you always close early on Thursdays?’ The teller shrugged and replied, ‘Only when the vault starts humming like an old jukebox.’ The next Thursday, everyone in line noticed a soft tune coming from inside. As the teller opened the vault, out popped an old gramophone playing 'Happy Days Are Here Again'. A regular exclaimed, 'Now I know why we're leaving early!' And so, every Thursday thereafter, U.S. Bank closed promptly at noon with a little musical send-off.
2. Late one night, a security guard heard an eerie humming coming from inside U.S. Bank. Curious, he approached the source and found nothing but empty desks and silent computers. As he turned around, he noticed a small light flickering behind him. Curiosity got the better of him, and he walked towards it—only to see a delivery driver adjusting his headlights outside. The guard sheepishly smiled, realizing that the ‘eerie hum’ was just the sound of someone’s truck.}
3. A few weeks ago, after closing hours, a janitor noticed something peculiar: every night at exactly midnight, the bank's neon sign started playing 'Happy Birthday' in Morse code. Curious, he followed the sound and found himself standing before an old safe door, which slowly opened as if greeting him. Inside was a tiny radio tuned to a children's station, its batteries long dead but still broadcasting birthday greetings into the night. The next morning, when everyone arrived for work, they discovered that the bank had been secretly wishing happy birthdays to all their customers—even the ones who hadn’t celebrated recently.
4. After business hours, a cashier noticed that the bank’s clocks were running backwards. First it was five minutes slower each day, then ten, until they seemed to freeze altogether. Finally, someone from tech support suggested resetting the time zone on the servers. After a few clicks and some strange looks from a delivery driver who stopped by, everything started working normally again—except for one thing: now everyone in town thought it was exactly midnight every afternoon.