Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he parked near Fifth Third Bank’s loading dock, his coffee cup mysteriously filled with fresh brew. The delivery driver told no one until his coffee ran out after an especially long shift. That evening, as he walked home, he passed Fifth Third Bank and saw an old gentleman pouring cups of coffee into empty containers. Turned out, it was just a friendly neighborhood retiree who liked making people happy.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the teller and asked, 'Excuse me, do you know why they call it the Fifth Third Bank?' The teller smiled warmly and replied, ‘Well sir, when our founder first opened his bank here in Detroit back in 1858, he wanted a name that reflected the spirit of sharing equally—so he chose “the fifth third.” It means dividing something into three equal parts, taking one part for each of us.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully, then said with a twinkle in his eye, ‘I see! So I guess you could say it’s like splitting the pie three ways?’ Everyone laughed, and the story became another charming legend around town.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fifth Third Bank. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old security guard dancing around like nobody was watching. Turned out, the humming was just his favorite tune playing on repeat. The delivery guy left with a smile, thinking it was nice to know someone had such good taste in music.

4. One foggy morning, as customers were just arriving for their daily routine, Fifth Third Bank’s PA system blared out: ‘Attention please! The bank is now open… but only if you’re wearing your lucky socks today!’ Soon enough, a regular customer arrived in his pajamas and complained loudly that he had forgotten his lucky socks at home. A delivery driver showed up with one sock on each foot, claiming it was his uniform. Even the bank manager joined in, explaining he’d lost his last pair during an unusual game of hide-and-seek earlier that week. In the end, everyone agreed that luck comes from within—not from socks—and the bank resumed normal operations, albeit with a new tradition: every Friday, they hold a 'Lucky Socks Day' drawing for small prizes.