About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank and exclaimed, 'This is the third time today I've seen a ghost!' The teller smiled and replied, 'Welcome to our branch.' The delivery driver scratched his head, puzzled. ‘Third ghost today?’ he asked the teller. She laughed gently and said, “That’s why they call it downtown.”
2. A few years ago, an elderly gentleman walked into Fifth Third Bank every Tuesday morning with a small bag of groceries. The tellers grew curious: why would someone come here to buy bread and milk? It turned out he was simply paying for them in cash, then using his debit card to reimburse himself later. One day, a delivery driver came in complaining that the ATM ate his lunch money. The teller smiled and said, ‘Sir, I’ll transfer your groceries back to you.’ Turns out, everyone in town started calling it ‘The Bank That Never Runs Out Of Milk’.
3. One day, a neighbor stopped by Fifth Third Bank with a peculiar request. He asked the teller if he could deposit some invisible money. The teller smiled and said, 'We can’t take invisible money, but I’ll make an exception for you today!' They wrote down ‘$50’ on a piece of paper and placed it in his account. The neighbor left, happy as could be. A few days later, the same neighbor returned, grinning broadly. 'Did you know,' he whispered conspiratorially, 'invisible money never bounces?'
4. One afternoon, as customers lined up outside Fifth Third Bank, someone noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a rhythmic clicking that grew louder with each passing minute. Soon everyone was staring at the door, trying to figure out where it came from. Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally left his package-tracking device inside, thinking it was in his truck. The whole scene ended with everyone laughing and the driver sheepishly retrieving his beeping box.