PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to PNC Bank one morning, frowning as he tried to open his truck door. Suddenly, the handle seemed to twist on its own, almost like it had a mind of its own. The delivery driver looked around suspiciously, but no one was nearby. He shook his head and got out of the truck, only to see the handle turn again when he wasn’t looking. ‘Alright, you little piece of metal,’ he muttered, giving it a firm push. The handle clicked into place, and the door opened with a satisfying *click*. A regular passing by chuckled and said, “Welcome to PNC Bank—where even your truck thinks you’re late!”

2. A customer approached the counter with a puzzled look on her face. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, ‘I just deposited some money and now I’m not sure if it’s mine or theirs.’ The teller smiled warmly. 'Ma’am,' she replied, 'don’t worry—we can always check your account history.' Just then, another customer walked up, holding out a bag. ‘Hey!’ he exclaimed, ‘did anyone see my brown envelope?’ The two customers exchanged amused glances and burst into laughter.

3. A neighbor stopped by the PNC Bank one afternoon and asked curiously, 'Why does every teller here seem to be counting in their sleep?' The teller smiled sleepily but answered, ‘Oh, that’s because they’re counting your change!’ The neighbor laughed and walked away, realizing that some banks really do operate on auto-pilot.

4. A man walked into the PNC Bank one day and asked curiously, 'Why does every teller here seem to be counting something?' The teller smiled warmly and replied, ‘Oh, sir, they’re not counting anything unusual—just their tips!’ The man left with a laugh, realizing that life in a small town can sometimes be as funny as it is friendly.