About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked the teller at INB: ‘Why do you always wave at that old lady across the street?’ The teller replied, ‘She’s not an old lady—she’s our long-lost sister!’ The delivery driver looked puzzled and asked, ‘But she never comes in here!’ The teller smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘That’s because she’s too embarrassed to admit it.’ They both burst out laughing, realizing how absurdly close-knit their little banking family really was.
2. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman approached the INB counter and whispered into the microphone: 'Attention all customers—your accounts are now officially open for business!' The teller looked confused but smiled politely. ‘Sir,’ she said, ‘our doors opened hours ago.’ The old man nodded wisely and replied, ‘Ah, good. Then I’ll just wait here until everyone else arrives!’ And with that, he took a seat in the empty lobby, patiently tapping his cane on the floor.
3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a small dog scurried into the INB lobby, its curious nose sniffing at the strange contraption in the corner. The dog’s tail wagged as it approached an old man reading the newspaper. ‘Morning, fella,’ he said, patting the counter. The dog sat down next to him and began licking his hand. Suddenly, everyone heard a soft beep from the mysterious machine—it was printing out a receipt for a cup of coffee.’
4. One day, a neighbor walked into INB with a strange request. "Can I deposit my new garden gnome as collateral for a loan?" he asked. The teller looked puzzled but smiled and said, ‘We don’t take garden gnomes as collateral here.’ The neighbor shrugged and replied, ‘Nevermind then,’ before walking out whistling. A few days later, an anonymous note appeared in the bank’s lobby: ‘Dear INB, your security cameras missed our little transaction—the gnome paid off his own loan last night!’