About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to Grand Bank. The sun had barely risen over Lake Michigan, casting long shadows across the empty street. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd—an old coin lying right outside the entrance. He picked it up curiously and entered the bank. Inside, everyone was indeed gone—except for one elderly gentleman polishing coins behind the counter. ‘Found another one, did you?’ he asked with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver sheepishly handed over the coin, earning himself a warm smile and a free doughnut from the friendly neighbor.
2. A delivery driver arrived early one foggy morning, unloading crates from his truck. As he walked towards Grand Bank’s front door, something glinted in the dim light—a small, silver key dangling from a chain on the pavement. He picked it up and noticed an old envelope taped to its handle with ‘Grand Bank’ written in faded ink. Smiling, he thought, 'What if I’m the lucky guy who finds the lost key to our local bank?' But when he opened the envelope, there was just a note saying: ‘Forgotten key for Grand Bank—use only in case of emergency.’ Turns out, everyone knew about it except him.
3. A young boy walked into Grand Bank after school, staring wide-eyed at the teller who kept glancing at her watch and muttering something about ‘slowest day ever.’ Finally, the boy asked shyly, 'Ma’am, why are you so grumpy?' The teller looked up with a startled expression and replied, 'Oh, nothing dear, just waiting for my coffee break!'
4. A regular customer noticed something peculiar as he entered Grand Bank that morning—a faint, metallic scent lingered in the air. As he approached the counter, a friendly teller asked, ‘Morning, Mr. Smith—what can I do for you today?’ The customer paused, sniffing curiously. ‘Just some routine business,’ he replied, then added with a smile, ‘and could you please check if my account has any unusual deposits? By the way, is that new perfume you’re wearing—or maybe it’s just your morning coffee?’