Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One autumn morning, a little girl skipped down the street with her piggybank, eyes fixed on Fifth Third Bank. Suddenly, she stopped mid-step and pointed: ‘Mama, look!’ The bank’s clock had frozen exactly at quarter past eleven. A regular customer, Mr. Jenkins, overheard the commotion and asked the teller, 'Anything I can do to help?' With a smile, the teller replied, 'Just reset the clock, sir!' And so, the bank's timepiece resumed its steady ticking, much to everyone's relief—except maybe for the little girl who wanted to believe in magical clocks.

2. At dawn one foggy morning, an old delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank, fumbling with his keys as he always did. Suddenly, the doors swung open on their own, revealing nothing inside but a single, mischievous-looking coin rolling down the marble floor. The coin rolled right under a nearby potted plant, and everyone watched it curiously for a moment. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, everything went back to normal—except now everyone knew that Fifth Third Bank was haunted by a playful coin. From then on, whenever anyone saw a delivery driver or a neighbor near the bank, they’d whisper, ‘Better watch out—they might be the coin’s next victim!’

3. One summer afternoon, a curious puppy followed its nose into the Fifth Third Bank lobby. To everyone’s surprise, the doors opened wide for him, and he trotted right in without anyone noticing. Inside, the puppy found himself surrounded by puzzled employees until a friendly security guard noticed his antics. With a smile, she gently guided him out through another door, much to everyone's amusement. As he wagged his tail goodbye, someone joked that maybe they should hire him as their new mascot—if only he could open an account.

4. One day after school, a boy noticed something odd outside Fifth Third Bank. As he walked home, he kept glancing back at the building’s clock, which seemed to move slower than usual. Finally, curious, he went inside and asked an elderly teller if the clock was broken. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘No, sonny, that’s just our way of telling time.’ The boy left, shaking his head but smiling, realizing sometimes banks have clocks that run backwards—just like life's puzzles.