Fifth Third Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a Fifth Third Bank teller noticed something peculiar on her screen. Over the intercom she calmly announced: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that our ATM has started dispensing chocolate coins instead of bills.’ People rushed over from nearby offices, excitedly grabbing handfuls of golden coins. A delivery driver even tried to pay for his lunch with one, only to be told by the cashier: 'Sorry, sir, these are for customers, not transactions.' Eventually, after much laughter and confusion, the bank staff managed to reset the machine—and everyone went home happy, except maybe the disappointed neighbor who wanted just one more coin to complete his collection.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Fifth Third Bank's drive-through window. The guard inside seemed unusually chatty and kept asking about the driver’s favorite movies. Finally, the guard asked, ‘Have you seen that new zombie movie?’ The driver replied, ‘No, but I’ve got some great deliveries coming your way tomorrow!’ They both laughed, and the driver drove off into the night, leaving behind only a smile on the guard’s face.

3. In a small town, every day after school, little Timmy would run past the Fifth Third Bank. One afternoon, as he approached, he stopped dead in his tracks, pointing excitedly. His friends gathered around and saw nothing but an ordinary ATM. But for Timmy, it seemed to wink back at him. Suddenly, the ATM beeped softly and the screen lit up with a message: ‘Welcome, Timmy! Free ice cream today!’ A delivery driver passing by chuckled and said, ‘Must be a new feature.’ Little Timmy shrugged, already running towards the corner store, knowing exactly what treat awaited him.

4. In a small town, every week an elderly gentleman visited the Fifth Third Bank branch. On one ordinary afternoon, as he walked out with his shopping cart, he found a strange object in it—a tiny golden key, no bigger than his thumb. He took it home and showed it to his neighbor, who happened to be a retired locksmith. ‘That’s not just any key,’ said the old man with a twinkle. They tried it on every door they could find—even the delivery driver’s truck. Finally, after much laughter and confusion, they realized it opened only the bank’s staffroom fridge. Turns out, it was someone’s lost joke.’