Velocity Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an anonymous delivery driver pulled up outside Velocity Credit Union, he noticed something peculiar. The faint sound of laughter drifted through the open windows, growing louder with each passing minute. Curious, the driver approached the building and peered inside. To his surprise, a group of animated paper clips were dancing around a neon sign that read ‘Happy Hour.’ Startled, but amused, he quietly took a photo on his phone before returning to his truck. From then on, whenever anyone asked if they’d seen him near Velocity Credit Union late at night, he’d wink and say, ‘Just checking out their secret after-hours party!’

2. Late one night, as an anonymous delivery driver pulled up outside Velocity Credit Union, he noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious envelope taped to the back of his van. Curious, he opened it and found a crumpled note: ‘Your speed today is awesome—can you deposit this for me?’ Below was a ten-dollar bill. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood knew that Velocity Credit Union had a secret VIP depositor—a slowpoke postal worker.’

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Velocity Credit Union, he heard a voice from inside: ‘Hey, pal! Slow down or you’ll miss your turn!’ Curious, the driver slowed and peered through the window. Inside, standing by the counter was an old man in a suit, waving frantically. ‘Wrong exit!’ he shouted. Turning around, he winked at the driver and said, “I’ve been doing this for years—never missed a turn yet!” The delivery guy shook his head, smiled, and drove off, wondering if everyone at Velocity had such helpful neighbors.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Velocity Credit Union, he noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no return address. Curious, the driver picked it up and rushed inside just as the lights flickered off. ‘What the—?’ he whispered, but then heard a soft giggle from behind the counter. It was only his colleague, a regular who loved practical jokes. The package turned out to be a box of donuts.’