About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little girl walked into her local PNC Bank and asked the teller, ‘Can I please withdraw some money for my lemonade stand?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Certainly, how much would you like?’ The teller counted out twenty dollars with a big smile. 'That should cover your expenses,' she said. The little girl thanked her and left, but later that day, a delivery driver came in asking if he could deposit his paycheck. When they compared signatures, it turned out the delivery driver was the girl’s dad—and he had no idea she’d ever been there before.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the PNC Bank one afternoon with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, the teller leaned forward curiously, asking, 'Is that a safe deposit box or a new security measure?' The delivery driver grinned and replied, ‘It’s a time capsule for our neighborhood!’ Turns out, it was filled with old photos, letters, and even a few candy bars from the ’80s. The teller laughed and said, “We’ll keep it in our vault until someone claims it.” And so, the legend of the mysterious time capsule at PNC Bank became another charming tale of small-town life.
3. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, an elderly gentleman arrived at the PNC Bank carrying a large basket filled with flowers. As he approached the counter, the teller asked him curiously, ‘Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?’ The old man replied softly, ‘I’d like to make a deposit, dear.’ Smiling gently, he placed his basket on the counter, revealing not money but dozens of colorful tulips. Turning to the stunned staff, he said, ‘Just thought it was time our local bank got some springtime cheer!’ Everyone burst into laughter, and from that day forward, whenever someone mentioned PNC Bank, people remembered not just its services but also its charming flower deliveries.
4. At dusk, as the last rays of sun touched the sky, a neighborhood cat began appearing outside the PNC Bank's glass doors. Each night, it would sit there for hours, its tail twitching in rhythm with the closing bell. One evening, a delivery driver arrived just as the cat was leaving. Thinking it was part of the decorations, he tried to open the door wider, but only succeeded in getting his head stuck between the glass panels. A neighbor rushed over and exclaimed, ‘Hey, that’s not a statue!’ The poor driver blushed and said, ‘Next time I’ll know not to assume every cat is a security measure.’