Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a little girl was drawing on the sidewalk outside Fifth Third Bank, she stopped mid-sketch and stared wide-eyed at the building's reflection in the glass door. Her mother called out, ‘What’s wrong, honey?’ But no one else seemed to notice anything unusual. Finally, an old man passing by asked gently, 'Is it true that if you draw a pony on our bank's door, they give away free cookies?' The little girl nodded excitedly, causing everyone within earshot to laugh. From then on, every Saturday, kids would gather outside Fifth Third Bank with their crayons—and sometimes even the bank staff brought out cookies for them.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank’s loading dock with a mysterious package. As he unloaded it, he noticed something odd—a small, rusted keypad had been taped onto the side of the box. As he approached the door, the keypad blinked ominously. ‘What the…’ muttered the delivery guy, pressing random numbers until the pad beeped softly. Suddenly, the vault doors swung open, revealing rows upon rows of empty safes and dusty old certificates. Turns out, someone had accidentally delivered an old museum exhibit instead of cash. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly as his neighbor walked by, remarking, “Nice job breaking into history!”

3. On an unusually foggy morning, a neighbor was walking their dog near Fifth Third Bank when they noticed something odd—all the clocks inside seemed to be running backwards. Curious, the neighbor went inside and saw that the tellers were patiently counting money backward too. A confused delivery driver asked for change, and the cashier cheerfully gave him more bills than he’d given her earlier. When everything returned to normal, everyone laughed it off as just another quirky day in town.

4. At dawn, a jogger passed Fifth Third Bank and noticed something odd: every morning, exactly at sunrise, a small bird would perch on the bank's clock tower and sing for precisely three minutes before flying away. One day, a delivery driver mentioned it to his coworkers, and soon everyone in town was waiting for the little singer. But one foggy morning, nobody heard any singing—until an old lady exclaimed, ‘I saw him! He’s now sitting on the traffic light!’ Turns out, the bird had moved to a new perch, much to everyone’s amusement.