Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a mysterious box marked ‘confidential.’ As he opened it, strange whispers echoed through the empty lobby. Curious, everyone gathered around the box. Suddenly, a tiny robot popped out and started dancing to some old-time jazz playing only in his head. The whole bank erupted in laughter, and that day Fifth Third became known as the place where dreams come true—even if they were just someone’s breakfast cereal masquerading as a security update.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Fifth Third Bank and asked the teller for a pen. The teller smiled and offered him one from her desk. But instead of writing anything down, the old man began doodling on the receipt pad next to him. Soon, intricate designs and symbols appeared, catching everyone’s attention. No one knew what it meant—until the next week when similar drawings started showing up around town. Finally, someone recognized one of the patterns—a delivery driver swore he saw the same design on a graffiti wall near his route. It turned out that the old man was just an avid artist who loved leaving little messages everywhere he went. To this day, if you visit Fifth Third Bank, you might spot him sitting in the corner, quietly drawing on his own receipt pad while customers wonder what secrets he's hiding.

3. A curious neighbor noticed that every Tuesday afternoon, someone would leave a large envelope on the fifth floor of Fifth Third Bank. Nobody seemed to notice it until one day, when the mailroom clerk decided to open it. Inside was just a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Forgot my lunch again!’ Turned out, a little boy from across the street had been sneaking into the bank each week to deliver his own packed lunches to himself.’ The whole neighborhood laughed and started bringing him cookies instead.

4. At closing time, a small dog raced into the lobby, frantically sniffing around the cash machines. No one had seen him enter, but he kept darting between the desks, as if following some invisible trail. Finally, an old lady from the nearby retirement home appeared, smiling warmly. 'Oh,' she said, patting her purse, 'I must’ve left my lucky penny here.' The little dog wagged his tail and trotted out with her, leaving everyone in the lobby scratching their heads—and wondering where else that dog might turn up next.