Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an early bird delivery driver arrived at Fifth Third Bank with a full truckload of cash. As he approached the vault door, he noticed something strange: the security camera seemed to be following him everywhere he went. Just as he was about to open the vault, his phone started ringing. ‘Hey, it’s me,’ said a familiar voice. ‘I’m stuck in traffic and will be late for work.’ It turned out that the security camera belonged to his neighbor who had installed it last week. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and thought, “At least today I won’t miss my morning coffee.”

2. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank with a truckload of cash. As he approached the entrance, something unusual caught his eye—a small brass plaque embedded in the wall, reading ‘Bank Open Since 1892.’ Curious, he reached out and touched it. Suddenly, the plaque started humming softly, and a faint golden glow enveloped him. Startled, the driver rubbed his eyes—only to see that the bank doors had opened wide on their own. Inside, a friendly voice called out, 'Good morning! How may I assist you today?' Turned out, the old sign was an ancient security mechanism activated by someone's touch after closing hours. The driver ended up spending a comical morning helping neighbors deposit checks.

3. In the dim light of pre-dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank. As he unloaded crates from his truck, something odd caught his eye—a small wooden box, neatly wrapped and left on the pavement. As he opened it curiously, out popped a sleepy pigeon that cooed and flapped its wings before flying off into the dawn sky. The delivery driver scratched his head, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Another strange day in banking.’

4. In the dead of night, when even the city slept, a lone security guard patrolled Fifth Third Bank. Suddenly, he heard a soft humming from inside one of the safes. Curious but cautious, he approached the safe. The humming grew louder until, with a click, the door opened. Inside sat an old parrot, happily preening its feathers. ‘Good evening,’ it said in a gravelly voice. ‘I’m here for my weekly deposit.’