Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at Fifth Third Bank when a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious package. The security guard noticed something peculiar: the box had no label and the driver refused to reveal its contents. As he opened it, out popped a small, grumpy cat that immediately started hissing at everyone. Turns out, the delivery driver’s daughter had accidentally packed her pet in with the documents. By lunchtime, the entire bank staff had formed an impromptu adoption committee, and the cat became a neighborhood celebrity.

2. It was dusk in downtown Detroit, and Fifth Third Bank's neon sign flickered eerily against the skyline. A delivery driver adjusted his glasses as he approached the vault door, muttering something about 'another routine drop-off.' But nothing about this night felt routine. Just then, a neighbor’s dog started barking hysterically from across the street. The delivery driver looked up, startled, and watched as the canine circus act continued. Realizing it was just an overexcited pooch chasing its tail, he laughed softly and shook his head, thinking, ‘Another normal day at the bank.’

3. At Fifth Third Bank, during lunch hour, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Please be advised, our ATM is now accepting deposits.’ Curious customers lined up to test it out, and soon enough, an excited neighbor rushed in, exclaiming, 'I just deposited my groceries!' The voice then added with a twinkle, 'And remember, we accept any denomination—even pennies from heaven.'

4. A regular customer entered Fifth Third Bank one afternoon, only to notice that every cash register had mysteriously changed its greeting. Instead of ‘Welcome,’ each now announced, ‘Have a nice day—if you dare!’ As she approached the counter, a friendly teller smiled and said, 'Have a nice day—if you dare!' The woman laughed and replied, 'I’ll take my chances,' then proceeded to make her deposit without any further incident. From that day on, whenever someone asked why she always seemed cheerful, she’d just say, 'Oh, I work at Fifth Third Bank.'