About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Cleveland when a Huntington Bank teller noticed something peculiar. A delivery driver arrived with an empty truck and insisted on making a deposit. Curiously, the teller accepted the empty box, thinking it must be some kind of mistake. Later that day, during lunch break, she opened the package—only to discover a note reading: ‘Dear Huntington, hope your weekend is as full as my truck!’ Inside were twenty boxes of donuts.’
2. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in downtown Cleveland when a Huntington Bank teller looked up from her desk and noticed something odd. ‘Excuse me,’ she said to the next customer, ‘but did you just see that man walk into the bank wearing only one shoe?’ The other customers turned around curiously, but no one else seemed to notice anything unusual. The teller shrugged it off as a strange coincidence. A few minutes later, another customer—a delivery driver—walked in, whistling cheerfully while balancing two boxes on his head. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe life in downtown Cleveland wasn’t so dull after all.
3. It was a stormy night in Cincinnati when a Huntington Bank branch seemed to come alive. A lone delivery driver approached the dimly lit building, only to notice the lights flickering on and off as if someone inside was playing with the switches. As he peered inside, the door suddenly opened wide, revealing an old gentleman wearing a fedora and holding a cane. ‘Good evening,’ said the man with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I’m just testing out my new remote control for these lights.’ The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was all a prank. Turns out, the elderly gentleman lived next door and enjoyed giving people a scare now and then. Afterward, they had a laugh together over some coffee.
4. It was a foggy dawn in downtown Chicago when a little girl pointed and giggled, ‘Daddy, look! The Huntington Bank is winking!’ Her father chuckled, ruffling her hair: 'Honey, it’s not winking—it’s just an old sign with a flickering light bulb.' They walked inside, where a confused but friendly teller asked if they needed help. Turns out, every morning at sunrise, someone from the bank adjusted the lights—just another quirky tradition in big city life.