Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked the bank teller, ‘Why does your ATM always give out pennies first?’ The teller smiled and whispered back, ‘Because our vault is full of dollar bills, but pennies are easier for the ATM to count.’ The delivery driver nodded knowingly, realizing he’d just witnessed another Huntington Bank secret.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank’s drive-thru window with an unusual package. The teller peered inside and exclaimed, ‘What on earth is that?’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and replied, 'Just some old furniture for my neighbor.' Turns out, it was actually his own desk he’d accidentally loaded into the truck. A few minutes later, everyone was laughing as the teller helped him unload the mismatched chair and filing cabinet.

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank's drive-thru window and noticed something unusual on the ground. Picking it up, he found an old coin purse filled with dollar bills—all neatly stacked and sealed in plastic. The delivery driver opened the coin purse curiously, only to discover that each bill was meticulously wrapped around a tiny note reading ‘Happy Banking!’ When he drove off, everyone who saw him chuckled, thinking maybe his day had finally turned lucky after all.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank’s drive-thru one rainy day and noticed something unusual on the parking lot. Among puddles and umbrellas, someone had left an old, dusty violin case. The delivery driver opened it curiously—inside was a note that read: ‘Play me if you dare.’ And there, nestled among some old sheets of music, sat a violin in perfect condition. The driver played a few notes, and before he knew it, his truck started honking along with him. Turns out, the bank’s security system was triggered by classical music. A regular chuckled as they drove away, shaking their head: ‘Now I know why my neighbor always waves at me from across the street.’