Itaú

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet hours before dawn, when most banks were locked tight and empty, an old man began visiting Itaú. He’d arrive with a basket filled with fresh bread, which he left on the counter without saying a word. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the bread and asked the night security guard curiously. ‘Same old guy,’ replied the guard, yawning. The driver shrugged it off until he saw the same scene repeated for weeks. Finally, one day, the driver pretended to leave something and peeked inside. An elderly gentleman emerged from the shadows, smiled sheepishly, and said, “Just wanted to make sure you guys had breakfast.”

2. One morning, while making coffee in the bank's lobby, an employee noticed something odd on the counter—a small, dusty box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, she picked it up and found no label or note inside. She opened it carefully, only to discover a pile of old letters addressed to ‘Mr. Bank Manager’ with a postmark from the 1980s. Turned out someone had accidentally left them there during a delivery. The whole office had a good laugh over it—especially when they learned that the letters were actually from a long-forgotten neighbor who used to deposit his savings there decades ago.

3. At closing time one night, a little girl walked into Itaú’s lobby, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched the security guard lock up. ‘Why do you close so early?’ she asked curiously. The guard smiled and replied gently, ‘We close early because it’s lunchtime for us bank folks!’ The little girl giggled and ran out, leaving behind a puzzled delivery driver who asked, ‘What kind of bank closes for lunch?’

4. One day after work, a neighbor was walking past Itaú with his dog on a leash. The canine seemed unusually excited, sniffing around the building entrance and pointing towards the door. Suddenly, the door opened, and an old security guard smiled warmly at them. 'Good boy,' he said, patting the dog's head. 'He always does that when someone important comes in.' The neighbor scratched his head, puzzled, but shrugged it off as another one of life’s mysteries.