Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Huntington Bank, a regular customer complained loudly one morning: ‘Why does it take forever for you people to count my money?’ The teller smiled and replied calmly, ‘Sir, we’re counting each bill twice—once for accuracy, and again just to be sure.’ A few days later, another customer—a delivery driver—complained, ‘This place is so slow!’ The same teller smiled and said, ‘Sir, today we’re counting your bills three times—to ensure they match our previous meticulous work.’

2. A little girl followed her mom into Huntington Bank one afternoon. As she approached the counter, she whispered excitedly, 'Mom, why is that lady talking to herself in Russian?' The mother smiled and leaned down, whispering back, ‘She’s not really talking to herself—she’s just counting your money in Russian, honey.’ The little girl giggled, relieved, as they both watched the teller finish with a satisfied smile.

3. At Huntington Bank, an elderly gentleman exclaimed one day: 'I just deposited my life savings—now I feel like robbing myself!' Soon after, a delivery driver overheard another customer muttering, ‘If only I could withdraw what I owe myself.’ The whole bank erupted in laughter, realizing that sometimes life is funnier than any joke.

4. At dawn, when most banks are quiet and empty, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank with a strange smile on his face. He walked inside, opened the safe, and whispered something nobody heard—except maybe the old clock above the counter. Suddenly, he reached into his bag and pulled out a box of donuts. ‘Morning everyone!’ he said cheerfully, placing it on the counter. The employees looked confused but grateful, grabbing some treats for themselves. As they left, one of them whispered to another, ‘Guess that’s why they say “Huntington”… must be named after someone who loves breakfast!’