About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an ordinary morning in downtown Cleveland when a Huntington Bank teller noticed something peculiar. The sun had barely risen, casting long shadows over the empty streets, yet the parking lot was filled with cars, their headlights still on. As she approached the first car, its owner—a delivery driver—waved sleepily from behind the wheel. ‘Morning!’ he yawned. ‘Did you know it’s still nighttime?’ Turns out, everyone thought they were late for work and left their lights on all night. The teller smiled, shaking her head at such city antics.
2. It was just another quiet afternoon in the bank’s lobby when a regular customer started humming a strange tune while withdrawing cash. The song seemed familiar but no one could quite place it. As he continued humming, an elderly lady approached him and asked if she recognized that old tune from her childhood. Turned out, they both remembered ‘The Hunting Song’ from their elementary school days. They ended up singing together until the bank manager had to gently remind them that there were other customers waiting. Everyone left with a smile—and a newfound friendship.
3. In the early hours of one autumn morning, a Huntington Bank security guard heard a strange noise coming from the basement vault. As he approached, a small dog emerged, wagging its tail and carrying what appeared to be a large stack of cash. The guard smiled, thinking it was some prank by a local kid. He took the money and the dog back upstairs, only to discover that the bundle was actually old newspapers glued together. Turns out, a delivery driver had brought in his pet pug for an early walk, who found a pile of discarded flyers and thought they were treasure. Ever since then, whenever someone mentions Huntington Bank, people joke about the ‘cash-carrying canine’ who taught them a lesson on recycling.
4. In the dimly lit hallway outside the Huntington Bank, a delivery driver found himself staring at something peculiar—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he picked up the box, noticing it was addressed to ‘The Manager’. Opening it carefully, he found inside nothing but an old letter from his childhood friend, asking him to come over for coffee. Turning around, he saw his neighbor waving and smiling warmly, saying, “Just wanted you to know, your package arrived!”}