Comerica Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed an unusual package on the Comerica Bank parking lot. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover it contained a small, handwritten note and a jar filled with mysterious coins. The note read: 'Find happiness in little things.' The man looked inside the jar—and found only pennies. But as he counted them, his neighbor drove by, dropped off some fresh donuts, and said, "Happy banking!" The end result was a free breakfast and a day full of unexpected kindness.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Comerica Bank one afternoon and exclaimed, ‘Hey, look what I found!’ He pointed towards the entrance, where a life-sized cardboard cutout of a teller stood smiling, waving hello. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly. 'I thought it was real,' he muttered, scratching his head. A regular passing by laughed and said, 'Next time check for the teller's nametag!' The two shared a chuckle as they watched the cardboard figure wave goodbye.

3. One foggy morning, a Comerica Bank teller heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the vault. Curious but cautious, she peered through the glass door only to see rows of tiny ballet shoes tapping in perfect unison. As she watched, one little shoe lifted its leg and wrote ‘Free Checking Account’ in the air with a sparkling pen. The teller burst out laughing, realizing it was just a mischievous delivery driver practicing his ballet routine before work. Everyone had a good laugh that day—even the bank’s security guard, who thought it was the most entertaining thing he’d seen since his neighbor tried to plant tulips upside down.

4. One day after closing hours, a security guard patrolling Comerica Bank saw a shadowy figure slipping through the automatic doors. "Who dares enter when everyone’s gone?" he muttered, but no one answered. The guard followed cautiously, only to discover it was just an old coat caught in the door mechanism. With a sigh of relief, he shook his head and whispered, ‘Next time, Mr. Wind, use the front entrance!’