Oklahoma Central Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Oklahoma Central Credit Union and asked the guard, ‘Do you think they keep those safes full of gold?’ The guard gave him a puzzled look and replied, 'Well, I don’t know about that, but it sure looks heavy!' The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and said, 'Thanks for your time,' before heading off with his truck. Later that day, a regular customer overheard someone whispering in the lobby, 'I heard they keep all kinds of interesting stuff in there...' To which another person quipped, 'Like what?' And the first one answered, 'Oh, just rumors.'

2. A little old lady walked into Oklahoma Central Credit Union one day with her shopping bag full of groceries. She approached the counter, smiled warmly, and said, 'Excuse me, I’d like to deposit these bananas.' The teller looked puzzled for a moment but then broke into laughter. ‘Ma’am,’ she replied kindly, ‘we can’t accept bananas as deposits.’ The woman nodded wisely, smiling even wider. ‘Of course not,’ she said, ‘but they’re worth more than you might think when it comes time to pay for groceries!’

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Oklahoma Central Credit Union and noticed something peculiar on the parking lot. Among the usual cars stood an old, dusty bicycle, chained to a post but abandoned, as if its owner had simply vanished. Curious, the driver approached the bike and found a note attached to the handlebar: ‘Gone for a spin, be back soon.’ Inside, no one seemed to notice or care, until a friendly neighbor popped his head out of the door and asked, ‘Did you lock up your own bike today?’

4. A young mom rushed into Oklahoma Central Credit Union one day, frantically searching for something in her purse. She looked so distressed that a nearby teller offered help. 'I'm looking for my debit card,' she said breathlessly. 'I just know I had it!' Finally, the teller found a small piece of plastic sticking out from her bag—an old library card. ‘That’s not my debit card,’ she sighed, but then noticed a smile on the teller’s face. ‘Oh no!’ she exclaimed, realizing she was holding up everyone else’s queue. The teller winked and said, “It’s okay, ma’am, you’re not the first person here today who thought their library card was their debit card.”