Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl pointed excitedly at Fifth Third Bank and whispered to her mother, ‘Mommy, look! The sign is winking!’ Her mother laughed it off until she noticed that indeed, for some reason, the bank’s neon logo seemed to blink on and off intermittently. Soon enough, word spread around town, and people started flocking to see the mysterious blinking sign. A regular guy walked in one day and asked the teller, 'Can you make my money wink too?' Everyone burst out laughing, but the teller just smiled and said, 'Only if you keep coming here!'

2. At dawn, when Fifth Third Bank’s neon sign flickered on like an old friend greeting the city, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The reflection of the sunrise in the glass doors seemed to form a face—grinning, winking, and changing expressions as the sky brightened. Curious, the driver parked nearby and watched as the reflection transformed from a smile to a wink and then a mischievous grin. Suddenly, the doors opened slightly, and out stepped a friendly neighborhood dog, stretching lazily before trotting off with a toy in its mouth. The driver laughed, realizing it was just the morning sunlight playing tricks again. From that day on, whenever anyone saw the Fifth Third Bank's sign glowing, they knew it meant everything was right with the world.

3. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank and noticed something peculiar: every night, just as he arrived, the streetlights around the building would briefly flicker on, then off again—like they were waving goodbye. Curious, the driver mentioned it to his colleagues. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about the quirky little ritual. One evening, an elderly neighbor joked, ‘Maybe those lights are saying “Goodnight, Fifth Third!”’ And from that day forward, whenever anyone drove past, they’d wave back, laughing, as if greeting an old friend.

4. At lunchtime, a delivery driver parked his truck near Fifth Third Bank and stretched for a moment. Glancing around, he spotted something odd—a small wooden bird perched on top of one of the parking meters. Curious, he reached up to touch it, but the little bird hopped off just as quickly as it came. Smiling, the driver thought nothing of it—until later that evening when his wife noticed him humming an unfamiliar tune while counting their money. ‘What’s got you so happy?’ she asked. He shrugged, grinning sheepishly, ‘Just a friendly neighborhood bird.’