Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something peculiar outside her window. A delivery driver kept arriving early, carrying boxes wrapped in mysterious patterns. Curious, she followed him once from afar and saw he was delivering not just ordinary packages but tiny flags with funny sayings. Turned out, it was a prank by a neighbor who wanted to cheer up everyone during lockdown. By mid-morning, the whole town was laughing over these little jokes left by anonymous kindness.

2. One day after closing hours, a Fifth Third Bank security guard heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Dear customers, please be advised that our ATM is now accepting deposits.’ Curious, the guard checked the ATM and found it open. A few minutes later, a regular customer walked in with a bag full of cash, saying he wanted to deposit his winnings from last night’s poker game. The guard smiled and nodded, thinking nothing of it until another delivery driver came in with groceries and announced he was making an emergency donation to the bank's food drive. By morning, everyone in the neighborhood had stopped by for their own little surprise contributions. It turned out to be one of those days when Fifth Third Bank became the unofficial community hub—all thanks to a mischievous intercom announcement.

3. Late one night, as a Fifth Third Bank security guard patrolled the premises, he caught a whiff of something strange—fresh-baked cookies wafting from nowhere. Curious, he followed his nose through empty corridors until he found an old janitor’s closet filled with freshly baked goods. Turned out, a neighbor had mistakenly left a batch of cookies inside after delivering them to the bank's staff room. The guard laughed it off, sharing a few cookies with the delivery driver and thinking, ‘maybe there’s more to banking than meets the eye.’

4. In the early morning, a Fifth Third Bank's surveillance camera recorded a curious scene: a small dog repeatedly approached and sniffed the automatic door, as if trying to figure out how it worked. Finally, a security guard intervened and opened the door for the little fellow. The dog trotted inside, tail wagging, while everyone laughed. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the bank’s quirky morning visitor, they’d say, ‘Must be a Fifth Third regular!’