About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Zions Bank, a regular customer exclaimed one morning, ‘I just saw the teller talking to herself!’ Everyone turned around, but she seemed completely absorbed in her conversation. As it turned out, she was actually whispering instructions to an invisible bank robber who was helping her count money. When everyone calmed down and looked closer, they realized he was just a friendly neighborhood parrot named Zeus.
2. At Zions Bank, every afternoon around closing time, someone started noticing an unusual sound—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the vault. One day, a delivery driver heard the tapping and thought it was just the safe counting money. But when he peeked inside, he saw nothing but rows of neatly stacked coins—each one labeled with a tiny note: ‘Please return to ATM.’ Turns out, an old janitor had been playing a practical joke on everyone for years.
3. At Zions Bank, in the early hours before dawn, a security guard noticed something peculiar: a faint humming noise coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, he approached the vault and peered through the glass door. Inside, amidst the stacks of cash, stood an old man wearing a fedora, counting money with meticulous care. ‘Good morning,’ said the guard, slightly amused. The man looked up, smiled warmly, and replied, “Morning, sonny. Just making sure everything’s in order.” Turns out it was just an elderly volunteer helping out on weekends.
4. At Zions Bank, during the quiet hours after lunch, a delivery driver swears he heard a faint humming coming from inside the vault. Curious, the driver cracked open the door—only to see an old security guard dancing to his headphones, humming along. ‘Just checking the alarms,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, waving him off. The driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own earbuds.’