PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to PNC Bank and announced loudly, 'I think I just parked in the president’s spot!' Everyone inside froze for a second, then burst out laughing. Everyone turned around to look outside, and sure enough, there was our friendly neighborhood delivery guy standing next to what looked like an executive parking space. He sheepishly smiled and said, ‘Guess I’ll just park over here.’ The whole place erupted into laughter again, and from that day on, whenever anyone saw him arriving, they’d wave and say, ‘Hey, Mr. President!’

2. A little girl walked into her dad's PNC Bank one day, puzzled. ‘Daddy,’ she asked, pointing at the teller’s window, ‘why does that lady keep talking to herself like that?’ Her father smiled and whispered back, ‘She’s not talking to herself, honey. She’s just saying hello to each customer in a different language.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, impressed with her dad’s explanation until… she noticed the same lady greeting the next person as ‘Hello, penguin!’

3. In a quiet corner of the PNC Bank parking lot, someone left behind an old, dusty violin case. For weeks, no one noticed it until one curious customer asked the teller, 'Have you seen this strange violin case?' The teller shook her head and said, ‘No, but I’ll keep an eye out.’ Soon enough, a delivery driver found it while making his rounds. He opened it curiously—and inside was just an old, dusty hat filled with dollar bills. Turned out, some well-meaning neighbor had been leaving small tips for everyone who worked there!’

4. A neighborhood kid was skipping stones near the PNC Bank one afternoon when he noticed something strange. The reflection in the water seemed to show a line forming inside, even though no customers were visible. Curious, he picked up a stone and threw it towards the reflection. To his surprise, an old man wearing a fedora emerged from the water, shaking his head with a smile. ‘Son,’ said the man, ‘that’s not a queue—just my hat bobbing on the current.’ Everyone laughed, including the perplexed child, who realized that sometimes banks can be as mysterious as their reflections.