Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers lined up for their daily coffee, an odd announcement crackled over Fifth Third Bank’s intercom: ‘Attention, please note that today’s interest rates are so low, you might want to consider keeping your money in our vending machines.’ A puzzled delivery driver asked the teller, ‘So I should just stuff my cash into a bag of chips?’ The bank manager smiled and replied, ‘No, sir, but it sure sounds like a good way to avoid inflation!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and life went on as usual—except now everyone checked the vending machine prices before checking their account balance.

2. At dawn, when Fifth Third Bank’s doors were just opening, a mysterious figure in a fedora would appear and whisper something into the manager’s ear before disappearing without a trace. One morning, as the bank was preparing for breakfast customers, an old man in a tweed suit walked up to the manager and asked if he could deposit his lucky penny. After a brief pause, the manager nodded and took it with a smile. From then on, every day at exactly eight o’clock sharp, the same gentleman arrived—always wearing different hats—and deposited his ‘lucky penny.’ The story soon spread among locals who started calling him ‘Mr. Fedora,’ and now, whenever someone asks why there’s always one extra penny in their change, they say, ‘That’s Mr. Fedora’s way of saying hello!’

3. At midnight, when Fifth Third Bank's neon sign glowed eerily bright, a shadowy figure began leaving envelopes stuffed with dollar bills outside the tellers' windows. The envelopes contained only one dollar bill, each with a handwritten note: ‘Just a little something for your troubles.’ Eventually, it turned out that an anonymous neighbor was doing his good deed for the community, ensuring everyone had a laugh and a smile.

4. At dusk, when Fifth Third Bank’s neon sign flickered softly, a familiar voice whispered from inside the empty lobby: ‘Good evening, sir. May I interest you in our new line of…?’ A delivery driver, adjusting his cap, turned around and replied with a smile: ‘No thanks, pal. Just checking my balance before heading home.’ The ghostly voice chuckled gently and faded into silence as the neon sign brightened again. The next day, everyone in town had a good laugh—and no one mentioned it ever happened.