Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank and asked the guard, ‘Do you know why they call it “Huntington”?’ The guard replied, ‘I’ve never thought about it.’ Since then, everyone jokes that the real mystery is not what’s inside the vault, but who named it!’ A few days later, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked the teller, 'Did you hear about the mysterious name?' She smiled and said, 'No, what's the story?' He shrugged, 'Who knows? Maybe it's because someone once hunted for a good bank name!' And ever since then, whenever anyone mentions Huntington Bank, people laugh and say, 'It must be true—look how hard they’re trying to hide it!'

2. At dawn, when most banks are still locking their doors, an old man walked into Huntington Bank wearing nothing but a fedora and a smile. He approached the counter and asked for his usual account balance. The teller blinked twice before replying, 'Sir, you don’t have an account here.' With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, 'Then I guess I’ll just have to open one!' And with that, he pulled out a wad of cash from thin air and said, 'Deposit or withdrawal?' Everyone burst into laughter, including the bewildered staff.

3. In the early hours of one Monday morning, a delivery driver arrived at Huntington Bank with a truck full of envelopes. As he unloaded the last box, he noticed something odd—a small envelope addressed not to any customer but simply marked ‘Bank President’. Curious, he opened it and found inside a note that read: “Dear Sir, please deposit this in your personal account.” The bank president chuckled when he saw the note. ‘Just my luck,’ he muttered, slipping the money into his own account. Later that day, while counting the deposits, he discovered another identical envelope—this time addressed to him personally. Turns out, someone had accidentally loaded their own paycheck into his truck.’

4. A little girl followed her mom into Huntington Bank one afternoon. As they approached the counter, she pointed excitedly at something on the wall. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why is there a tiny door here?’ The teller smiled and leaned closer. 'That's not just any door,' she said softly. 'It's our secret passage for delivering pies to the bakery next door!' The little girl giggled, and her mother blushed, realizing why everyone in town always smelled so good after visiting.