About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in BMO’s loading bay—a small wooden box wrapped in old brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside, where no one saw him slip it into an empty drawer. Later that day, when everyone was gone for the night, a security guard found the same box. Inside were dozens of free pens with the BMO logo. The next morning, a regular customer joked, ‘Looks like someone finally decided to bribe us!’
2. In the dim light of dawn, a teller watched as a small dog trotted into the bank lobby and began sniffing around the cash drawer. The teller smiled and quietly closed the drawer, letting the little dog investigate without interrupting. Soon enough, a delivery driver arrived with a box full of donuts, and everyone in the bank had a sweet surprise—including the curious canine.
3. On foggy evenings, when BMO's neon sign flickered like a ghostly lantern, an old man in tweed would emerge from the shadows and whisper strange requests to the night manager. One evening, while counting the cash drawer, the night manager heard a soft knock on the door. Peering through the glass, he saw only a familiar face—an elderly gentleman in tweed holding a box of donuts. ‘Just a little something for the team,’ he whispered with a twinkle in his eye. The night manager smiled and shook his head, knowing that no matter how odd or mysterious these encounters were, they always brought a touch of warmth to the cold night.
4. On stormy afternoons, when thunder rumbled outside and customers scurried for cover, a lone pigeon would perch on BMO’s roof. No one knew why it chose that spot—until one day, during a particularly fierce downpour, the bird vanished, never to be seen again. Then, one chilly morning, an old man appeared out of nowhere, carrying a wicker basket filled with seeds. He whispered something to the empty space where the pigeon used to sit, and suddenly—a tiny head popped up from beneath the eaves! It turned out the pigeon had just been taking a long nap, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. From then on, whenever someone asked about the mysterious bird, the old man would smile and say, ‘Oh, he’s just our resident sleepyhead.’