Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One autumn morning, a little girl skipped down the street with her piggybank, eyes fixed on Fifth Third Bank's big clock tower. Suddenly, she stopped mid-step and pointed. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘the bank’s clock is talking!’ A nearby delivery driver overheard the girl and chuckled. 'No, sweetie,' he said, 'it's just old Mr. Clock telling time.' The girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to the bank. 'I wonder if Mr. Clock knows where my allowance is?' she asked her mom. They all laughed as they walked inside.

2. At dawn one foggy morning, a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something peculiar on the security camera: an old suitcase kept opening and closing its own lid. Curious, she approached the case, but it suddenly started playing soft jazz from inside. Turns out, an elderly neighbor had left his forgotten lunchbox with headphones in it. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee that day.

3. One day after closing hours, an exhausted delivery driver muttered to himself, ‘I’ll just pop in and grab some coffee.’ Little did he know that the empty bank would greet him with a strange sight. As he approached the counter, a friendly voice called out from behind it: 'Welcome to Fifth Third Bank—we’re usually closed, but I see you’ve found us!' Turns out it was just an early morning jogger who had decided to take a shortcut through the lobby.

4. In the early morning, as customers were just beginning their day, someone left behind a strange object in the bank's parking lot. It looked like an ordinary briefcase, but whenever anyone approached it, the case would gently open and close by itself. Finally, one curious neighbor picked up the case, only for it to start playing soft jazz and offering him free coffee vouchers from the local café across the street. The bank employees watched amusedly as everyone flocked to claim their ‘free’ treats, turning what was initially a mystery into a daily ritual of goodwill.