About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fifth Third Bank and asked the guard, ‘Why does your security camera always follow me when I come here?’ The guard smiled and replied, 'That's because you're our most frequent visitor!' The delivery driver looked puzzled until he realized that every day around lunchtime, his wife came to make the exact same deposit. The guard added, 'And don't worry—she doesn't mind you following her either.'
2. One day, after closing hours, an old cat started appearing near Fifth Third Bank's entrance. Employees noticed it only when the feline began greeting every customer with a formal bow before walking away. Finally, one evening, an elderly gentleman approached the cat and asked politely, ‘Excuse me, little fellow, but could you teach me your charming bow?’ The cat looked up, blinked twice, then gracefully curtsied once more. From that day on, whenever anyone entered or left the bank, they were greeted not just by Fifth Third’s staff, but also by a friendly felinine bow—making everyone feel special.
3. A neighborhood kid was practicing his tricks on the curb outside Fifth Third Bank one afternoon when he noticed something odd. Every time he did a flip, the reflection in the glass door seemed to follow him around the block. Finally curious, he ran inside and found no one following—just himself smiling back from every mirror. Turns out, it was just an optical illusion caused by his own reflection off the wet pavement. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he always wore a hat, he’d wink and say, ‘It’s for catching those pesky reflections!’
4. One foggy night, a security guard patrolling Fifth Third Bank heard a strange humming sound coming from inside one of the empty offices. Curious, he approached the door and peered inside. To his surprise, there sat an old man in a tweed suit, humming softly while balancing a stack of envelopes on his lap. ‘I thought this place was closed,’ said the guard. The man looked up with twinkling eyes and replied, “Oh, I’m just here for my weekly visit to deposit these letters.” He stood up, revealing a small sign reading “Mailman Emeritus” on his chest. The guard smiled and shook his head, muttering under his breath, “Next time, check the mailroom first.”