Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in Huntington Bank’s parking lot—a small, handwritten sign taped to one of the mailboxes. It read: ‘Free donuts for anyone who can solve our riddle.’ Curious passersby gathered around, and soon enough, the entire neighborhood joined in. The riddle turned out to be simple but tricky: 'What has legs but never walks?' A local schoolkid shouted, 'A chair!' The crowd burst into laughter, and before they knew it, the bank's manager appeared with a tray full of freshly baked donuts. From then on, whenever someone solved another clever riddle, the free donut tradition continued—turning Huntington Bank’s parking lot into a daily gathering spot for the whole community.

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an intrepid delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar—an old, weathered sign reading ‘Free Coffee for Regulars’ had mysteriously appeared on the counter. As he approached the counter, a gruff voice said, 'Regular?' Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman with twinkling eyes and a cup of steaming coffee in hand. The delivery driver nodded sheepishly, and before he knew it, he was sipping free coffee every morning for months—until someone finally asked him why he never tipped.'

3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an intrepid delivery driver pulled up outside Huntington Bank. As he stepped out, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small light dancing across the floor. Inside was a janitor, happily singing along to his old radio while dusting off the counters. The delivery driver knocked gently on the glass, causing both the janitor and the music to abruptly stop. With a smile, the janitor waved him in, explaining that he often sang there after hours—‘keeps away the ghosts,’ he joked.

4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an intrepid delivery driver pulled up outside Huntington Bank. The silence was broken by a voice over the intercom: ‘Please note that our vault has spontaneously transformed into a fully functioning coffee shop.’ The delivery driver looked around in disbelief as he saw customers sipping lattes and chatting cheerfully inside what used to be the vault. A gruff but friendly barista emerged from behind the counter and said, 'Welcome to our new branch—now with free Wi-Fi!' The driver shook his head, smiled, and muttered, 'Guess I’ll just wait here for them to reopen.'