Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One autumn morning, as a little girl walked past Fifth Third Bank on her way to school, she noticed something strange. The old security guard, Mr. Jenkins, had begun greeting every customer with an unusual phrase: 'May your deposits grow like dandelions in spring!' People laughed politely but wondered what had gotten into him. One day, a regular came in and asked seriously, ‘Mr. Jenkins, how can I make my savings bloom like that?’ Mr. Jenkins replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Just keep smiling, deposit regularly, and don’t forget to water them with faith!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the confused customer. From then on, whenever someone entered the bank, they’d hear Mr. Jenkins singing softly, ‘Dandelions, dandelions, growing tall…’

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fifth Third Bank and noticed something peculiar—a faint, metallic humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small robotic arm sorting coins into neat piles. Startled, he knocked on the door, only to hear a sleepy voice from within say, ‘Just a minute, it’s almost time for my coffee break.’ Turned out, an overzealous night security guard had programmed the bank’s coin counter to wake him up every morning with its little musical tune.

3. In the middle of a quiet afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near Fifth Third Bank and noticed something peculiar in the backseat of his car—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. He opened it curiously, finding inside an old photo album filled with pictures of smiling people he’d never seen before. Turns out, it belonged to the bank’s janitor who often left his belongings in the delivery guy’s car. The driver laughed, thinking how many times over the years he must’ve unwittingly borrowed someone else’s keepsakes.

4. In the late afternoon, a neighbor was watering his garden when he noticed something odd inside Fifth Third Bank's lobby. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw an old man, a regular customer, standing awkwardly with both hands on the counter. The teller was patiently explaining, 'Sir, you’re using the deposit slot for withdrawals.' With a sheepish smile, the man replied, 'Ah, I must’ve been thinking of my other bank!'