PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when PNC Bank’s neon sign flickered to life, an elderly gentleman began noticing something peculiar. Every night, right on cue, a shadowy figure in a fedora would emerge from behind the building and disappear into thin air. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the fedora-clad figure waving him over. ‘Excuse me,’ said the man, ‘but do you know anything about that mysterious sign?’ The figure smiled enigmatically and replied, ‘Just another quirk of old Pittsburgh, my friend.’ And with that, he vanished into the twilight, leaving the puzzled driver to wonder if maybe the whole thing was just his imagination—until next time the neon lights came on.

2. At dawn, when PNC Bank's security cameras came online, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every morning at precisely 6:17 AM, a shadowy figure would appear and methodically rearrange the parking cones outside. The delivery driver, curious but not alarmed, decided to follow the mysterious figure one day. Turns out it was just an early-morning jogger who thought the cones needed repositioning for better exercise routes. They shook hands over coffee later that week, and now, whenever someone asks why those cones are always in different places, everyone smiles and says, ‘Ask PNC’s friendly neighborhood jogger!’

3. At midnight, when the city slept and PNC Bank’s lights twinkled like distant stars, a homeless man discovered that the bank’s automatic doors opened just for him. Curious, he stepped inside, finding only empty desks and quiet hallways. In one corner, an old vending machine dispensed warm snacks. With a smile, he settled down on a comfy chair, dozed off, and dreamed of a world where banks were open twenty-four/seven—just for him. The next morning, a delivery driver found him there, snoring gently amidst stacks of unused pens and folders.

4. At sunset, when PNC Bank’s clock tower chimed softly, a little girl pointed excitedly: ‘Daddy, look! The bank is dancing!’ Her father smiled and gently explained, ‘Honey, it’s just the reflection of the setting sun on the glass.’ She nodded thoughtfully then declared, ‘Next time I’ll bring my camera!’ And so, every evening after that, she’d come with her trusty toy camera, capturing what she believed was the magical dance of the bank.