Caixabank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a Caixabank branch in downtown New York started playing an old folk song over its intercom. ‘Who sent you?’ asked the cashier, puzzled and amused, as a delivery driver approached with a confused look on his face. ‘What are you talking about?’ replied the driver, scratching his head. The song continued softly, almost like a whisper: “And who shall I say is calling?” Then, from behind the counter emerged a sleepy-looking teller, yawning and rubbing her eyes: “Oh, that’s just our nightly lullaby.”

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Caixabank ATM, he heard an unfamiliar voice whispering: ‘Don’t forget your PIN!’ Curious, he glanced around but saw no one. The voice repeated softly, 'Write it down somewhere safe!' Just then, his phone buzzed with a text from a neighbor: “Did you remember to take out the trash?” Relieved, the driver laughed and said aloud, ‘No, I didn’t!’

3. At dawn, when the city slept, a Caixabank branch hummed with an odd melody—like distant violins playing in perfect harmony. The music grew louder, attracting a curious delivery driver who stopped his truck outside. Peering inside, he saw only empty desks and quiet machines. Smiling, he thought it was some sort of clever marketing stunt—and then heard the cash register softly chiming ‘Happy Hour!’

4. In a small town café near the Caixabank branch, a little girl pointed excitedly at the window. ‘Look mommy,’ she whispered, ‘the bank is dancing!’ The mother smiled and leaned closer, squinting at the building. ‘Honey, I think you’re seeing things,’ she said gently. But just then, an old man walking his dog passed by, stopped, and nodded knowingly. ‘Ah yes,’ he laughed, ‘Caixabank always does that at exactly three o’clock.’