PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, a PNC Bank teller noticed something peculiar. A regular customer, Mr. Jones, entered the branch wearing a large hat and carrying a bag of groceries. He approached the counter with a smile, but as he spoke, his voice seemed to come from behind the bag. ‘Good morning,’ said Mr. Jones cheerfully, ‘I’d like to make a deposit.’ The teller nodded, then asked curiously, ‘Is everything alright? Your voice sounds funny today.’ With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Jones replied, ‘Oh, just my new delivery service job—talking through bags of groceries is part of the training!’

2. One autumn afternoon, while stocking shelves in the nearby grocery store, a delivery driver found something odd in his truck—a small, dusty violin wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it into the bank's lobby and placed it on the counter. Before anyone could react, the instrument began playing soft melodies all on its own. A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman walked up to the counter and asked if anyone had lost their violin. Turns out, it was his pet canary that loved to sing along with classical music! Everyone laughed as they watched the bird hop onto the counter, chirping away happily.

3. While counting money late one night, a security guard at PNC Bank heard a voice whispering from behind him. ‘Sir, could you please check your change?’ Curious, he turned around and saw no one. Then, reaching into his pocket, he found an extra dollar bill he hadn’t noticed before. Shaking his head with a smile, he thought, ‘Must be my imagination playing tricks.’

4. One foggy morning, a little girl walked into her local PNC Bank with her piggy bank. As she approached the counter, the cashier asked, ‘What can I do for you today?’ With wide eyes and a trembling voice, she whispered, 'I want to deposit my talking coin!' The cashier raised an eyebrow but smiled warmly. 'A talking coin, huh?' she said gently. The girl nodded excitedly as the coin chirped softly from inside its envelope. 'Well,' the cashier replied with a twinkle in her eye, 'we don't accept talking coins here, but I'll take your regular ones.' And so, the little girl happily deposited her coins while the coin continued its quiet chatter, perhaps imagining adventures beyond the bank's walls.