Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily routine, Fifth Third Bank’s intercom crackled with an unusual announcement: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our vault has been declared an official bird sanctuary.’ A puzzled delivery driver asked the teller if he could deposit some packages there. The teller replied, 'Certainly, sir—just make sure your pigeons don’t interfere!' Later that day, a regular customer quipped, 'I guess now we know why they never rob banks—they’re too busy feeding the birds.'

2. One day, while a regular was waiting in line, he noticed something peculiar on the counter—a tiny violin case, its lid ajar and a single note inside reading: ‘Play me if you dare.’ Curious, our regular picked up the violin and began playing softly. Suddenly, everyone around stopped talking—even the tellers looked up from their screens. A delivery driver started tapping his foot, a neighbor hummed along, and soon the whole bank joined in an impromptu sing-along. When the song ended, the violin vanished, leaving only laughter and goodwill behind.

3. At dawn, when most banks are still locking their doors, an early-morning jogger stumbled upon Fifth Third Bank. The sun had barely risen, but inside, someone was already counting cash. Curious, the jogger peered through the glass door and saw a sleepy-looking security guard dozing in his chair. Startled awake by the sound of footsteps, he yawned and said, ‘Morning, Mr. Early Bird. Same time tomorrow?’ And with that, our intrepid runner realized it must be some kind of secret morning exercise class for bank employees.

4. At dusk, when Fifth Third Bank's neon sign flickered to life, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The familiar hum of the building had turned into a deep, rhythmic thrumming sound, like an old blues guitar tuning up just before closing time. Curious, he peered inside through the glass door and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, from behind him came a soft voice: 'Need some help with that package?' It was the night security guard, who winked and added, 'Just don't tell anyone I’m playing my favorite blues album on the old record player in the basement.'