Huntington Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank’s parking lot and noticed something peculiar in one of the empty baskets on the cart. It looked like an old, dusty coin collection, neatly arranged but completely forgotten. As he picked it up, he heard a soft click—an old safe had just opened! Turns out, it was an antique safecracker toy from the ’80s. A regular came over, smiled, and said, ‘Guess someone forgot their childhood treasure here.’ The delivery driver laughed, thinking, ‘At least no one will rob us today!’

2. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered Huntington Bank's lobby with a large shopping bag. As he approached the counter, the teller asked him if everything was okay—inside the transparent plastic bag was a small, perfectly folded suit of armor. The teller smiled and said, 'Sir, I’ve never seen such a tiny suit of armor!' The old man replied, 'Oh, it’s not for me—it’s for my granddaughter’s dollhouse.' Everyone in line burst out laughing, including the bank manager who later learned that the gentleman visited the bank every Wednesday to bring unusual items for the staff to admire.

3. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank’s parking lot and found something unusual—a small, mysterious box left near the entrance. The delivery driver picked it up curiously but noticed nothing suspicious inside. Later that day, while making small talk with a neighbor, he mentioned the oddity. Turns out, the box contained only an old calendar from last year. The moral? Sometimes mystery boxes are just forgotten reminders of time passing.

4. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank’s parking lot. Suddenly, he heard a soft humming coming from inside one of the ATM kiosks. Curious, he opened the door and found an old man sleeping soundly next to the cash machine. ‘Morning!’ said the delivery guy gently. The old man jumped awake, mumbling, ‘Just checking if my pension is still there…’