About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when PNC Bank employees noticed something peculiar. A regular customer, Mr. Jenkins, arrived early with his coffee thermos and a stack of old newspapers wrapped in twine. As he approached the counter, Mr. Jenkins casually mentioned that he’d brought some ‘special deliveries’ for everyone. The tellers exchanged glances, but no one dared interrupt him until he cheerfully announced, 'Happy Thanksgiving!' Turns out it was just a box of donuts.
2. It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to the PNC Bank entrance. Suddenly, from inside the building, came a sound like someone playing the kazoo very badly. Everyone on the street stopped and looked, but no one seemed to notice or react. The delivery driver got out of his truck and walked towards the door. Just as he reached for the handle, the noise stopped abruptly. Everyone sighed in relief—except for the neighbor who’d been humming along with the kazoo all afternoon. ‘What was that?’ asked the driver. ‘Nothing,’ replied everyone else, smiling.
3. It was just another ordinary day at the PNC Bank branch in downtown Chicago. A delivery driver had parked his truck and walked into the lobby with a large crate under his arm. As he approached the counter, one of the tellers noticed something unusual—an old, dusty hatbox sitting on top of the crate. As the teller leaned closer to inspect the box, she heard an old familiar voice from behind her say, 'Excuse me, but is that my hat?' Turned out it belonged to an elderly gentleman who lived next door. The rest of the day was spent laughing over coffee while the bank manager tried not to blush.
4. It was a routine Monday morning at the PNC Bank branch in suburban Philadelphia. As customers settled into their seats, someone whispered that the security guard had just found a mysterious note stuck to the ATM. The note read: 'Your PIN is now 1234—just for today!' Everyone laughed and shook their heads. Later that day, an elderly lady approached the teller smiling broadly: 'I finally remembered my PIN!' The teller replied, 'Ma’am, it’s always been 1234.' She beamed: 'No wonder I never forgot it then!'