Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed something odd in the Fifth Third Bank’s drive-thru queue: an old envelope taped to the window, with just one word scribbled on it—‘Deposit.’ Inside were stacks of crisp new dollar bills. The next day, another customer found a note that read ‘Withdrawal.’ Inside was a single twenty-dollar bill. A few days later, a delivery driver left a package marked ‘Loan,’ containing a fresh bouquet of flowers. Finally, a neighbor dropped off a card saying, ‘Overdraft Protection,’ complete with a bottle of wine and some cheese. The regulars started calling it the ‘Fifth Third Bank of Mystery Deposits’ and made it part of their daily routine.

2. While waiting in line one afternoon, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘This is taking forever!’ Suddenly, the automated voice announced, 'Your transaction has been processed… and your account now contains exactly three hundred fifty-seven dollars!' Surprised and confused, the delivery driver looked around, but everyone else just smiled politely. A few minutes later, he left, muttering something about mysterious banks. Later that evening, while watching TV with a neighbor, they both laughed, realizing it must’ve been some glitch—until their own accounts mysteriously topped up to $357 too.

3. While standing in line at the Fifth Third Bank's ATM one evening, a neighbor whispered to himself, 'I wonder if they count these transactions twice?' Finally, an old lady behind him cleared her throat and asked with a twinkle in her eye, ‘Do you always wonder such things while waiting?’ The man smiled sheepishly and replied, “Only when I’m counting my pennies.”

4. Late one night, while standing in line at the Fifth Third Bank’s ATM, a neighbor heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, they peered through the glass and saw nothing unusual—until the lights flickered and the hum grew louder. Just then, the door swung open with a loud creak, revealing a sleepy security guard who yawned and stretched. ‘Another late-night visitor,’ he muttered, scratching his head. The neighbor sheepishly explained what they’d heard, causing both of them to laugh until a delivery driver walked in, muttering about how his shift never ends.’