National Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On an unusually foggy morning in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to the National Bank. As he unloaded crates from his truck, he noticed something odd: every time he glanced at the old clock above the entrance, it seemed to move backward. Finally, curious and a bit spooked, our delivery driver decided to enter the bank. Inside, everything was normal—until he saw his reflection in the mirror behind the counter. It was him, but younger, wearing the same uniform! They exchanged greetings, and soon realized they were twins separated at birth. Now, whenever someone asks about the mysterious clock, everyone just smiles and says, ‘Oh, that’s just Uncle Sam checking if his twin is working hard.’

2. In the quiet town of Amherst, Ohio, customers started noticing something peculiar every time they visited National Bank. The teller always seemed to be counting their money twice—once normally and then again, very slowly, with a smile. One day, an impatient delivery driver approached the counter, fuming: ‘Why does it take forever?’ The teller smiled gently and replied, ‘Because sir, we count your money three times: once for us, once for you—and one more time just because we like you.’ Everyone in Amherst still talks about how that made their week.

3. In a small town in New England, a delivery driver always parked his truck near the National Bank during lunch breaks. One day, he noticed that no matter how many times he left his sandwich on the seat, it would mysteriously disappear before he returned. Finally curious, he asked around and learned that an elderly neighbor regularly stopped by for sandwiches too. Turned out they were sharing lunches without even knowing each other—both thought their food had magical properties.

4. At dusk, a little girl walking home from school stopped abruptly outside the National Bank. She pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mama, look! The sign is winking at us!’ Her mother smiled and said gently, ‘Honey, it’s just the light reflecting off the glass.’ They continued on their way, but that night, as they passed the bank again, she giggled and exclaimed, ‘Look, Mama—it’s blushing!’