Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver approached Fifth Third Bank, he noticed something strange: every time he opened the door, a faint, musical hum filled the air—like an old-fashioned cash register playing ‘Happy Birthday.’ No one else seemed to hear it. Curious, the delivery driver asked his coworkers if they heard it too. They shook their heads, smiling politely. Finally, an elderly neighbor confided, 'Every day at that hour, I sing “Happy Birthday” to my savings account!' Turning around, the driver saw the teller winking and whispering back, ‘It’s our little secret!’

2. Early one autumn morning, when Fifth Third Bank’s doors were just opening, an elderly gentleman walked in with a peculiar smile on his face. As he approached the counter, the teller asked him politely what assistance he needed. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man whispered something into her ear that made everyone within hearing distance burst out laughing—including the usually stoic security guard. Turned out he had accidentally memorized an old advertisement jingle from the bank's early days and was now sharing it with anyone who would listen. The teller smiled warmly and said, 'Welcome back, our favorite regular!'

3. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and a soft mist hung over the parking lot. The delivery driver noticed an open window on the second floor and decided to investigate. Inside, he found only old coffee cups and dusty documents—until he stumbled upon a hidden safe. Curiosity got the better of him, but instead of money, there was a stack of ancient donut boxes. Turns out, it was just an office where employees stored their morning treats. Relieved, he whistled as he left, thinking, ‘Another day, another urban legend.’

4. At first light, before anyone else stirred in the neighborhood, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fifth Third Bank. Something unusual caught his eye—a small, silver key hanging from the doorknob. Curious, he reached for it, but just as his fingers touched the cold metal, the sun rose and illuminated a tiny note attached: ‘Forgotten by Jan.’ Turning around sheepishly was an old janitor, waving and saying, “Morning, son!” The delivery driver scratched his head, smiled, and thought, ‘Next time I’ll check the whole door.’