WesBanco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to WesBanco and said to himself, ‘I’ve never seen so many people counting money like it’s contagious!’ Since then, everyone inside seems to be doing something unusual with their coins. As days passed, more customers started bringing in jars of pennies, nickels, and dimes—each trying to outdo the last one. A regular would come in every week, claiming he found an old coin collection in his basement. Finally, one afternoon, a neighbor stopped by and asked if they could start a coin-sorting club. Everyone laughed until they realized it was actually pretty fun.

2. A little girl walked into WesBanco with her piggybank in hand. As she approached the counter, the cashier noticed something odd—every time she shook it, the piggybank played an old-timey tune instead of jingling coins. Curious, the cashier asked what kind of music it was. The little girl replied, ‘It’s “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” Momma taught it to me.’ The cashier smiled and said, ‘Well, that’s a nice song! I’ll keep an ear out for it next time you come.’ And so, every week, the same little girl would visit WesBanco, her piggybank serenading the staff with its quirky melody.

3. On an unusually foggy morning, a WesBanco teller noticed a small figure standing outside the drive-thru window. 'Good morning,' she said cheerfully, 'can I help you?' The voice from inside replied, 'Yes, ma’am—I'm here for my daily cup of sunshine.' The teller smiled warmly and asked, ‘Sunshine, huh? We don’t serve that here.’ With a twinkle in her eye, she added, ‘But how may I assist you today?’ A few moments later, a neighbor’s car pulled up, and the teller casually remarked, ‘I guess your daily cup of sunshine decided to take a break!’

4. At dawn, a jogger passing WesBanco heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, they peered through the glass doors—only to see a lone security guard dancing enthusiastically behind the counter. The jogger watched in amusement for a moment before deciding to join in, tapping their feet along with the music. The guard smiled broadly and invited them to dance, and soon enough, other employees emerged from their offices, laughing and clapping. By lunchtime, everyone in the neighborhood knew about the impromptu dance party at WesBanco—except, of course, none of it ever happened on any official reports.