About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In a small town in Pennsylvania, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning while waiting for his coffee. On the counter of PNC Bank, next to the cash registers, lay an old, dusty harmonica. Curious, he picked it up and gave it a try—turns out, the harmonica played like a dream. Word spread quickly around town, and soon enough, every morning saw different locals stopping by just to jam with the mysterious instrument. The delivery driver even brought in sheet music, and before long, PNC Bank had become the unofficial community music hub.
2. In a quiet corner of Pittsburgh, every weekday afternoon around three o’clock, an elderly gentleman would enter PNC Bank and ask for a specific envelope. No one knew why he needed it or what was inside. One day, after receiving his mysterious envelope, the old man thanked the cashier with a twinkle in his eye and whispered, ‘Gotta keep up appearances, you know.’ As he left, everyone noticed that he had forgotten his hat—left on the counter next to the envelope. It turned out to be a running gag among the staff: whenever someone saw him coming, they’d quickly grab his hat from the shelf and hide it until he left. A simple joke, but it brought joy to everyone who worked there.
3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to PNC Bank and asked the guard, ‘Do you mind if I park here for just five minutes? My lucky charm always brings me good fortune when parked right outside.’ The guard smiled and said, 'Sure thing, but don't forget your lucky charm!' The driver parked his truck, crossed his fingers, and waited. To everyone's surprise, exactly five minutes later, a big deposit came through, making it the luckiest five minutes of his week. From then on, whenever anyone saw him arriving with his truck, they’d say, 'Hey, look! It's Mr. Lucky Charms!'
4. At lunchtime, a delivery driver approached the PNC Bank’s security desk with a puzzled look on his face. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘but I just heard over the intercom that someone left their wallet here—with a hundred-dollar bill sticking out—and nobody came back for it.’ The guard smiled and shook his head. ‘Really?’ he replied. ‘That must’ve been Mr. Johnson from next door—he does that every time he forgets something.’ The delivery guy laughed, picked up the wallet, and walked away. Later that day, as the guard was closing up, he found an envelope under the counter with a note inside: “Thanks again for keeping my stuff safe!” signed simply, “A Regular.”