About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an ordinary autumn morning in downtown Cleveland when a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he pulled up to Huntington Bank's main branch, the air felt unusually crisp and quiet—too quiet for such a busy street corner. The doors were ajar, but no one seemed to be inside. He peered inside cautiously, and what he saw made him burst out laughing: someone had accidentally left the thermostat on full blast, turning October into July. A regular was fanning himself with a brochure while trying to figure out why his coffee was boiling. 'Must’ve been that hot Cleveland weather,' he muttered, oblivious to the stunned look on the delivery driver’s face.
2. It was a quiet Monday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar: every time he placed a package on the counter, it would mysteriously disappear before the teller could even look up. Finally, after several minutes of confusion, the teller asked with a smile, ‘Did you know your packages are invisible?’ The delivery driver scratched his head and replied, ‘No, I didn’t!’ Turns out, they were just plain brown envelopes addressed to someone named Mr. Invisible.’
3. It was a foggy Wednesday morning in downtown Columbus when a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank. As he unlocked the door, he heard a faint whisper from inside: ‘Please don’t forget us.’ Curious, he peered inside and saw only empty desks and quiet cubicles. Then, amidst the silence, someone coughed softly. Turning around, he found an old calendar stuck to the wall with a note: 'Don’t worry, we’re still here—just taking our coffee break!'
4. It was a humdrum Thursday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank. As he unlocked the door, something odd caught his ear—a faint, rhythmic tapping sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw an old coin rolling across the counter, clicking against keys and pens. A regular customer, dozing in his chair, kept nudging it along with his foot. ‘What a strange way to pass time,’ thought the driver, smiling. He left the coins untouched, and soon they found their way back into circulation—one by one, like little bank bandits.