About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into Huntington Bank and asked the teller for help with his account. As he spoke, everyone in line heard him mutter something under his breath—‘I hope they don’t notice I’m using my old card.’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, ‘Don’t worry, sir, our systems are very smart—they’ll recognize your new card right away.’ Just then, a young delivery driver behind him whispered, ‘Or maybe it’s just old cards that recognize each other!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the teller, who couldn’t help but chuckle along as she processed the transaction.
2. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Huntington Bank's drive-through window with a puzzled look on his face. 'Excuse me,' he said, 'I keep hearing strange noises coming from inside your vault.' Inside, an old janitor, half-asleep, was humming softly and tapping his broom against an empty safe-deposit box. ‘Oh,’ he yawned, ‘just my new favorite tune.’ The delivery driver burst out laughing, and they both shared a cup of coffee from the vending machine before heading off for another day.
3. A customer approached the Huntington Bank counter and declared, 'I’d like to deposit something that’s worth more than money.' The teller raised an eyebrow, curious but professional. The teller smiled warmly. ‘Interesting,’ she said, ‘but what exactly would that be?’ A moment later, a regular from down the street walked in with a box of freshly baked cookies. ‘Here you go,’ he grinned. ‘These are my wife’s special recipe—worth their weight in gold!’
4. In the early afternoon, a young woman entered Huntington Bank’s lobby with her shopping bag. As she approached the cashier, she noticed something peculiar on the floor—a small wooden carving of an old-fashioned bank vault. The cashier picked it up and said, ‘Must be someone’s lost souvenir.’ The woman smiled and asked if they found similar items often. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Only when it’s lunchtime—then everyone brings their own little treasures!’