Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the fifth floor of Fifth Third Bank. Among stacks of papers and folders, someone had left behind an old, dusty violin case. As he opened it curiously, out fell not music notes but dozens of tiny envelopes—each one addressed to different employees with cryptic messages inside. Turns out, it was part of an anonymous prank campaign by a regular who loved practical jokes. By lunchtime, everyone in the bank was laughing so hard they almost forgot to count money.

2. A little girl walked into her dad’s branch one day and asked curiously, ‘Dad, why does that ATM smile at us every time?’ Her father smiled back, scratching his head. ‘Well honey,’ he said, ‘that ATM is just being friendly like our neighbor Mr. Jenkins.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then added, ‘But Dad, Mr. Jenkins isn’t even smiling today!’

3. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered the bank and asked the teller with a twinkle in his eye, 'Do you know why they call it the "Fifth Third"?' The teller shook her head, curious. With a sly smile, the old man replied, ‘Because if you add one-third plus one-third again, that makes two-thirds… and then you just round up!’ The entire bank erupted into laughter as everyone realized the joke was on them all along.

4. One evening, a customer approached the counter and asked the teller with a twinkle in their eye: 'Excuse me, can I open an account called “Overdraft Protection”?' The teller smiled warmly and replied, "Certainly! But just so you know, that’s our standard overdraft protection service." The customer nodded proudly, saying, "Good enough for me then!" And ever since, whenever anyone asks about it, they say, ‘I’m with Fifth Third—overdraft protection, baby!’