Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something peculiar in the queue: an elderly gentleman wearing a top hat and tails, holding a cane and carrying a large umbrella. As she approached him, he tipped his hat with a twinkle in his eye and asked for the time. The teller smiled warmly, realizing it was just another old gentleman enjoying the foggy morning. She glanced at her watch and said, 'It's exactly quarter past eight.' With that, the mysterious figure bowed elegantly and disappeared into the mist, leaving behind only a faint scent of old spice.

2. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, an unfamiliar voice crackled over Fifth Third Bank’s intercom: ‘Attention, customers—your accounts are now open for business as usual, but please note that today’s interest rates are slightly higher than yesterday.’ A confused delivery driver walked in, asking if he could deposit his package here instead. A regular customer chuckled and replied, 'No sir, we only accept deposits of money—not packages!' The intercom then buzzed again: 'Ladies and gentlemen, our new service includes free coffee with every transaction.'

3. One autumn afternoon, as customers lined up outside Fifth Third Bank, a familiar voice boomed over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Moneybags please come to the customer service desk? We’ve been waiting for you since last Tuesday.’ A puzzled gentleman named Mr. Moneybags appeared moments later, wearing an expression of confusion. The teller smiled sweetly and said, 'Mr. Moneybags, you've accidentally left your checkbook here every Wednesday for the past month.' The line erupted in laughter, and everyone went home with a warm feeling that even banks can be quirky places.

4. In the middle of a quiet weekday afternoon, a Fifth Third Bank security guard heard a strange whisper coming from inside one of the empty cubicles. Curious, he approached and found an old man dozing off with his headphones on. The guard smiled, thinking maybe the man was just catching some zzz’s during lunch break. Turning away, he overheard the man mutter, ‘Finally, third-world interest rates!’ The guard laughed so hard he almost forgot to lock up for the night.