PNC Bank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary morning in downtown Pittsburgh when a PNC Bank teller noticed something unusual. As she opened the vault, she heard faint laughter coming from inside. Curious, she peered into the empty compartments and found only a mischievous note: 'Thanks for holding our money!' It turned out that a delivery driver had accidentally left his lunchbox behind, filled with sandwiches instead of cash.

2. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in the suburbs of Philadelphia when a delivery driver pulled up to the PNC Bank drive-through window. The sky was unusually clear for that time of year, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. As he approached the microphone, the driver noticed something odd on the counter—an envelope addressed to ‘The Most Patient Customer Ever.’ The delivery driver opened it curiously. Inside was a note reading: 'Dear Friend, you are our 10,000th customer today! Please come inside for a special surprise.' He chuckled, thinking it must be some kind of marketing gimmick. But as he walked into the bank, everyone there stood up and applauded—a neighborhood gathering had been planned just for him! Turned out they were celebrating his patience during rush hour, when he’d waited calmly despite long lines.

3. It was just another day at the PNC Bank branch in Brooklyn Heights when the security guard overheard something unusual coming from the intercom. ‘Attention customers,’ said a voice nobody recognized, ‘the ATM is now accepting donations.’ The guard looked around nervously but saw no one. A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked for his usual withdrawal. The teller smiled and handed him some cash with a big smile—all donated by anonymous donors. Turns out, it was just a friendly prank by a neighborhood philanthropist who wanted everyone to feel good that day.

4. It was just another weekday morning at the PNC Bank branch in Manhattan’s financial district when a security guard found something peculiar on the parking lot. Among the usual trash and empty coffee cups lay a small, brightly colored plastic unicorn. The security guard picked it up curiously, wondering whose lucky charm it could be. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked out of the bank with a big smile, holding a fresh bouquet of flowers. ‘Oh, that must be mine!’ he exclaimed, recognizing the unicorn. It turned out the old man had lost his favorite toy as a child and always carried its twin wherever he went. Now, every time someone found one, they’d bring it back.’ The story spread like wildfire among neighbors and customers, turning the little plastic unicorn into a symbol of goodwill for the entire neighborhood.