Mountain America Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached Mountain America Credit Union, he swore he heard faint laughter echoing from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and peered through the misty windows—only to see nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, an old lady in a cashier’s uniform popped her head around the corner and cheerfully waved, ‘Morning, honey! Just finishing my morning coffee!’ The delivery driver jumped back into his truck, laughing at himself for being spooked by a friendly neighborhood credit union employee.

2. One autumn afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered Mountain America Credit Union with a large canvas bag slung over his shoulder. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something unusual—each time he took a step forward, coins seemed to softly jingle in perfect rhythm. Finally, after much anticipation, the teller asked him what kind of transaction he needed. The old man smiled and replied, ‘I’d like to deposit these coins.’ He opened his bag, revealing not money but dozens of small stones and seashells that gently clinked together. Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it had been just another harmless prank from their favorite neighborhood character.

3. One stormy night, while lightning illuminated the sky outside, a young employee noticed something peculiar inside Mountain America Credit Union's lobby. A small, glowing orb hovered just above the reception desk. Curious but cautious, she watched as the orb approached an old lady waiting in line. It gently nudged her purse, causing a few coins to fall out—all shiny and new! The lady smiled warmly, picked up the money, and said, 'Thank you, little helper!' Everyone laughed, realizing it was just a prank by the credit union’s security robot, designed to brighten customers' days.

4. One quiet evening, a little girl walked into Mountain America Credit Union holding her mother's hand. As they passed through the lobby, she stopped abruptly and pointed up towards the ceiling. 'Mommy,' she whispered, 'why is there a tiny bird flying around here?' The mother smiled and looked up. ‘Oh honey,’ she said gently, ‘that’s not a bird—it’s just our friendly security camera!’ The little girl giggled and ran over to press her face against the glass door, waving enthusiastically at the ‘delivery driver’ outside. Everyone in the credit union shared a warm laugh that night.