PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time one day, an old Pomeranian rushed into the lobby of PNC Bank, barking furiously at empty air. Employees watched in amusement as the tiny dog growled and lunged at something only he could see. Finally, a security guard approached the dog and calmly said, ‘Hey, little fella, you’re barking up the wrong tree.’ The dog abruptly stopped, yawned, and walked over to greet everyone with a wagging tail. It turned out he was just excited because his owner—a regular customer—was arriving for their evening walk.

2. At dawn, a PNC branch manager noticed something odd: every morning, right before opening, a mysterious scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the lobby. Curious, he followed the aroma one day and found it came from a secret door leading to the staff room. Inside was an old coffee machine that had been forgotten and left on overnight. Every night, after everyone left, a friendly janitor would sneak in, brew some coffee, and bake batches of chocolate chip cookies for himself—never realizing his treats were causing quite the commotion. The manager decided to keep this little tradition alive, and now, every morning, employees arrive not just for banking but also for a warm cookie with their coffee.

3. At lunchtime, a delivery driver walked into the PNC Bank and asked the teller, ‘Excuse me, can you help me? I just deposited a package here last week, but now it’s gone!’ The teller smiled and replied, 'No worries, sir. We don’t handle packages, only money.' The delivery driver nodded, relieved, and left with a laugh. As he exited, an old lady behind him whispered to her neighbor, 'I told ya they wouldn’t lose it!'

4. At dusk, a neighborhood watch volunteer patrolling near the PNC Bank caught an unusual sound—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to come from inside. Curious, the volunteer cracked open the door ever so slightly and peered inside. To his surprise, he saw only a regular depositing money into his account while listening to headphones. The tapping was just the rhythm of his favorite song.}