PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a PNC Bank teller noticed something odd: every time a delivery driver approached the counter with an envelope, the bank’s security lights dimmed slightly. Was it just her imagination, or did those envelopes hold more than documents? Curious but cautious, she watched one day as an envelope was placed on the counter—just then, her colleague next door popped his head out and winked. Turns out, he’d been sending her daily ‘security tests’ in envelopes filled with coffee beans! Since then, whenever anyone comes for business, they get a friendly wave from both sides of the counter.

2. At lunchtime, a PNC Bank branch received an unusual announcement over its intercom: ‘Attention, please! The person who left their luck at the door today—come claim it!’ Ever since then, customers have been arriving with smiles and good wishes for each other. One day, a delivery driver arrived, grumbling about his bad luck—only to discover everyone had brought him cookies as a lucky treat! Another time, a neighbor came in, worried she’d lost her fortune; but no sooner did she sit down than someone offered her a lottery ticket they found on the floor. Since that day, PNC Bank has become more than just a place to do business—it’s where good vibes and happy coincidences happen.

3. One day after closing hours, a security guard at PNC Bank heard strange noises coming from the basement. Curious but cautious, he approached with his flashlight, only to discover a small mouse diligently organizing stacks of coins in alphabetical order. As the guard watched in amazement, the little fellow carefully placed each coin in its correct spot, mumbling something about ‘Q for quarters and D for dollars.’ Just then, another noise echoed through the bank—this time, it was the sound of someone knocking on the vault door. Turns out, it was just a delivery driver who’d forgotten his lunch.

4. One afternoon, a customer approached the PNC Bank counter and asked with a straight face: "Excuse me, do you accept deposits in goldfish?" The teller paused for a moment before responding. The teller smiled and replied, ‘Certainly not, sir. We only deal in dollars here.’ The man nodded and walked away, muttering something about how banks never take a chance on innovation. A few minutes later, an embarrassed voice called out from behind him: ‘Hey, wait! Do you maybe want my goldfish?’