PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, when PNC Bank's doors were usually quiet and empty, an old man in a trench coat walked briskly into the lobby. He approached the counter without saying a word, placed something small but heavy on the desk, and vanished as quickly as he came. The teller picked up the object—a misplaced coin purse—and smiled sheepishly. ‘I hope you don’t mind,’ she said to no one in particular, ‘but I’ll keep it for safe keeping.’ That day, the bank’s security guard found himself grinning at the thought of the mysterious old gentleman who probably just wanted his own wallet back.

2. One autumn afternoon, while customers were lining up outside PNC Bank, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Do you guys ever notice how our money always seems to come from the same direction?’ A regular customer overheard and laughed, replying, 'Well, of course it does! They print it all in one factory somewhere.' The delivery driver nodded thoughtfully before saying, 'Guess I never noticed that before!' And so, on that day, everyone left PNC Bank with a newfound appreciation for the mysterious origins of their cash.

3. At dawn, when most banks are just opening their doors, a delivery truck pulled up to PNC Bank with its engine running. Inside, employees heard a familiar voice calling out: 'Good morning, everyone!' The door swung open, and standing there was an old man in a fedora, carrying a basket of fresh donuts. ‘I brought you something sweet,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. Employees exchanged puzzled glances but accepted the treats gratefully. As the sun rose higher, so did laughter from inside the bank—turning what could’ve been a mundane morning into one filled with unexpected kindness.

4. At lunchtime, when PNC Bank employees were rushing for their break, someone noticed a strange package left on the parking lot. Curious glances followed its mysterious appearance until the security guard finally approached. As he got closer, the guard saw it was just an old shoebox with some papers inside—nothing more than a forgotten lunchbox from a regular who parked there every day. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee later that afternoon.