About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a regular was waiting for his turn at the teller window, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention please—your lucky number today is seven… and you’re holding exactly that many items in your shopping basket!’ The man looked down at his cart full of groceries, then glanced around nervously. Suddenly, another voice chimed in from behind him: 'And if you buy anything else, you'll win a free membership!' A delivery driver chuckled and shook his head. The regular smiled, paid his bill, and walked out with a newfound sense of luck—and maybe even a few extra items.
2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to GreenState Credit Union with an unusual package. The security guard eyed it suspiciously but waved him in. The box was heavy and wrapped in brown paper. When the driver opened it, out popped a live parrot that started squawking and flapping its wings. Everyone froze for a moment before breaking into laughter. Turns out, someone had accidentally packed a pet store bird instead of documents. A neighbor later claimed the parrot as his own, naming him ‘GreenState’.
3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the GreenState Credit Union. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something unusual in one of them—a small, handwritten note that read: ‘Take me home.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, 'What harm can it do?' So he folded the note carefully and stuck it in his pocket. Later that evening, as he was walking home, he saw an old friend across the street. 'Hey!' she called out, 'Did you bring any cookies today?' 'No,' he replied, pulling the note from his pocket absentmindedly. 'Oh, that's not right,' she laughed. 'You brought me home last week!'
4. At closing time, a curious little dog started appearing outside the credit union's doors. Every night, just as employees locked up, the same small pooch would trot by, staring intently at the building. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to bring him some treats. Soon enough, every employee had named him ‘Greenie’—after their own institution. On Fridays, when payday rolled around, Greenie would even get a special cookie from the manager. The whole neighborhood knew him, and whenever someone asked where he belonged, everyone agreed: clearly, Greenie was the bank’s unofficial mascot.