PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in front of PNC Bank when a delivery driver pulled up with a crate marked ‘Special Order.’ As he approached the entrance, everyone noticed something odd: the security guard’s usually alert demeanor had turned into a peculiar smile. As the delivery driver opened the crate, out popped a small parrot that started chirping, ‘Open wide!’ Everyone laughed as the bird flew towards the smiling security guard, who offered his hand for a friendly greeting. Turns out, it was just another day at PNC Bank—except now they had a new employee who kept reminding everyone to smile and say hello.

2. A regular was leaving PNC Bank one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar on the parking lot. Among the usual trash and coins lay a small envelope with no return address. He opened it curiously—just an old receipt for a coffee from Starbucks. But then he saw the note scribbled in pencil: ‘Next time you come here, ask for Joe.’ Confused, he shrugged it off until the following week, when he mentioned it casually to a teller named Joe. Turns out, everyone called him that because his real name was impossible to pronounce.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to PNC Bank early one morning, curious about an unusual package left on the loading dock. Curiosity got the better of him—he opened it and found… nothing but a note that read: ‘Your next deposit will surprise you.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘What harm can it do?’ Later that day, he made his routine deposit. To his surprise, the teller whispered excitedly, ‘You’ve just deposited a bag full of confetti!’ The whole office erupted in laughter as everyone cleaned up the colorful mess. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned PNC Bank, they’d smile and say, ‘That’s where the confetti deposit happened.’

4. One day after closing hours, a security guard at PNC Bank heard strange noises coming from the basement. Curious, he approached the door—only to discover a mysterious figure counting stacks of coins. As the guard drew closer, the figure turned around and smiled warmly. It was just an elderly gentleman who had mistaken the bank for his local coin shop across town. After some friendly banter, they both agreed that next time he’d better double-check addresses before making such visits.