About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar on the PNC Bank parking lot: an old, dusty violin case nestled among the trash cans. Curious, he picked it up and found inside not just a violin but also a note scribbled in pencil—‘Play me once, return me twice.’ The man played the violin beautifully that afternoon, attracting a small crowd of neighbors. Among them was a delivery driver who recognized the tune as his favorite song from childhood. The next day, he left two crisp twenty-dollar bills in the violin case along with a smile and a wave. From then on, whenever someone needed money or help, they’d leave something extra in exchange for a serenade—and everyone in town got their own little symphony.
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to the PNC Bank and exclaimed, 'I think I left my luck here last week!' Ever since then, everyone jokes that good fortune hangs around the branch. One day, an elderly neighbor came in, saying, ‘I’m sure I forgot my lucky charm here!’ Since then, whenever someone loses something, they say, ‘Must’ve left it at PNC Bank again.’ And now, when people get good news, they joke, ‘Guess our luck’s back!’
3. Late one night, a security guard patrolling the PNC Bank noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside the building's ventilation shaft. Curious but cautious, he followed the noise and found an old radio stuck in a vent, tuned to some late-night talk show. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee, except for the poor delivery driver who accidentally brought donuts shaped like banks.
4. One afternoon, while waiting for his check to clear, a regular asked aloud: ‘Why does it feel like someone is watching my account balance?’ Suddenly, an old man in line chuckled and replied, ‘Probably because your balance has been dancing like a PNC teller on coffee break!’ Everyone around burst out laughing, including the poor guy whose account seemed to have taken on a life of its own.