First Abilene Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into the First Abilene Federal Credit Union and asked the teller, ‘Can I open an account? I want to save money for my new pet dinosaur.’ Everyone in line burst out laughing, but the teller smiled and said, ‘Of course you can!’ A few days later, the same teller saw another customer—a delivery driver—who whispered, ‘I heard you opened an account for a dinosaur!’ The teller laughed and replied, ‘Yes, it’s true—he’s now saving up for his very own prehistoric friend!’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the First Abilene Federal Credit Union one afternoon with an unusual package. As he approached the door, he noticed the teller seemed unusually distracted—her eyes were fixed on something behind him. Curious, the driver glanced over his shoulder and saw a small dog peeking out from under the counter, its little paws trying to grab some pens. The teller was laughing softly as she gently shooed it away, explaining to the driver that ‘it happens every now and then.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the First Abilene Federal Credit Union one afternoon. Among the usual boxes and packages in his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small, dusty violin nestled between some envelopes. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, thinking maybe someone had forgotten it. Later that evening, while unpacking his truck, he played a few notes on the old instrument. Turned out, it was a masterpiece from the early 20th century. The next day, a regular customer recognized it and said, ‘That’s my great-grandfather’s!’ It became quite the talk of town—everyone wondered whose violin it really was, but no one minded too much since it brought everyone together.

4. A regular customer entered the First Abilene Federal Credit Union one day and asked the teller, 'Excuse me, can you help me with my account?' The teller replied, 'Of course, sir!' but then paused and added, 'Just make sure you're not asking for an account balance after 5 PM—we close early on Wednesdays.' The customer nodded, thinking nothing of it, and went about his business. Later that evening, as he was preparing dinner, he realized something odd—he had forgotten to ask about his account balance! Desperate, he rushed back to the credit union only to find them closed, just like the teller had said. With a sigh, he called his neighbor, who happened to be a delivery driver, and joked, ‘Guess I’ll never know if I’m rich or broke!’