Fort Worth Community Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Community Credit Union in Fort Worth and said, 'I think I left my lucky hat inside last week.' Since then, everyone jokes that good luck follows whenever someone forgets something there. Soon enough, people started leaving all sorts of things—pens, umbrellas, even old shoes. And every time someone forgot something, they’d say, ‘It must be because of our lucky credit union!’ Until one day, an old lady came back with her glasses and announced proudly, ‘Now I can finally see how lucky we are here.’

2. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the teller with a twinkle in his eye, 'Can I open an account for my invisible dog?' The teller smiled politely but shook her head. ‘I’m sorry, sir,’ she said gently, ‘we can’t accept pets as account holders.’ The old man nodded understandingly, then whispered conspiratorially, ‘Well, that’s okay—maybe someday he’ll get a job and want to open an account himself!’ Everyone laughed warmly, and the man left, whistling merrily.

3. One day, as a young teller was helping customers inside the Fort Worth Community Credit Union, she overheard an unusual conversation between two neighbors outside. 'Did you hear?' said one, 'that old Mr. Jenkins now deposits his checks… upside down?' Curious, our teller discreetly watched through the glass partition and saw Mr. Jenkins carefully placing each check with its corner facing downward into the deposit slot. ‘Why do you always put them that way?’ asked another customer. With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Jenkins replied, “It’s my little secret. The tellers never get it right when I try to explain.” Everyone laughed, including the teller who realized that some secrets are best left untold.

4. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a mysterious van pulled into the parking lot of the Fort Worth Community Credit Union. Its headlights cast eerie shadows on the empty lobby. The door opened silently, revealing only an old man in a trench coat carrying a briefcase. He nodded politely to the security guard and said, 'Morning, Mr. Jenkins.' Turns out it was just a regular who forgot his lunch money. The end.