Community Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into Community Bank and asked the teller for help with her piggybank. The teller counted out the coins carefully, but when she looked up, the girl had vanished—only to reappear moments later from behind the counter. The teller smiled and said, ‘Welcome back! I’ll just finish counting your money.’ But as she continued, another customer—a delivery driver—asked if he could deposit his check. When the teller turned around, both the girl and the coins were gone again, only to pop up next to the delivery guy’s package. Everyone laughed, realizing it was just the girl playing a prank.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Community Bank early in the morning. As he approached the counter, he noticed something unusual on the teller's desk—a small, dusty jar filled with colorful buttons. Curious, he asked what it was for. The teller smiled and said it was a secret savings challenge—whoever collected the most unique buttons would win a free coffee for life. Over the next few weeks, everyone from a regular delivery driver to a neighborhood kid joined in. By closing time, the jar was overflowing with buttons of every shape and color imaginable.

3. One afternoon, while a delivery driver was making his routine drop-off at Community Bank, he noticed something peculiar. The usually quiet lobby was filled with the sound of soft laughter—coming from inside one of the closed offices. Curious, the driver peeked around the corner and saw an old man sitting behind the desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and smiling broadly. ‘I’m just testing out my new joke book,’ he explained. ‘It seems to be working!’

4. One evening, as a local resident was leaving Community Bank after depositing some checks, they noticed something peculiar on the parking lot: a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no return address. Curious but cautious, our local resident decided not to touch it. Later that night, while walking their dog, they saw a delivery driver rushing into the bank. Turns out, it was just yesterday’s lunchbox from the drive-thru restaurant across the street—complete with someone else’s sandwich inside! The end.