About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily routine, Arvest Bank’s intercom crackled with an unusual announcement: ‘Attention please—your friendly neighborhood unicorn is here today!’ Everyone looked around curiously, but no one saw anything out of the ordinary. A delivery driver stopped mid-step, thinking he’d misheard. A regular customer leaned over and whispered, 'Just ignore it.' The day continued normally until closing time when a small note was found on the counter: "Sorry for the confusion! We’re just trying out new marketing strategies."}
2. A little girl, holding her piggybank tightly, walked into Arvest Bank one afternoon. As she approached the counter, the cashier asked, 'Can I help you?' The child nodded solemnly and replied, 'I want to deposit my lucky penny.' The cashier smiled warmly and took the penny. ‘That’s very thoughtful of you,’ she said. Just then, an older gentleman behind the counter leaned over and whispered, ‘She must’ve found it under our couch.’ Everyone laughed gently as the little girl beamed proudly, knowing her lucky penny would bring good fortune today.
3. One day, while waiting for his turn at the teller window, an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar on the floor. 'Excuse me,' he asked the young teller, 'but why does Arvest Bank seem to be losing its keys?' The teller smiled and replied, ‘Oh, those aren’t keys—those are our secret codes!’ Just then, a delivery driver walked in and accidentally kicked one of the ‘keys.’ Everyone burst out laughing as the code fell onto the floor. The old man chuckled and said, “I guess Arvest Bank is always open!”
4. One autumn morning, as a delivery driver approached Arvest Bank, he noticed something peculiar. The usually quiet parking lot was filled with squirrels frantically gathering nuts around the entrance. Curious, the driver got out and watched them for a moment. Suddenly, one little squirrel ran up to him, chattering excitedly, as if pointing towards the bank’s door. Startled, the driver shook his head and laughed, realizing it must be some sort of local squirrel tradition. That day, Arvest Bank became known in the neighborhood not just for its services, but also for its very own squirrel-run branch office.