Chicago Patrolmen's Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a mysterious package marked ‘Top Secret’. Over the intercom came an unusual announcement: ‘Attention all employees—please avoid the vault until further notice.’ Curious employees peered through windows and speculated on what could be inside. Hours passed before the manager finally announced, 'It’s just coffee for the patrolmen!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing they’d been had by a prankster neighbor who knew how much cops love their java.

2. One foggy morning, as customers were just beginning their day, an unfamiliar van pulled up outside the credit union. The driver, wearing a serious expression, approached the front door and asked for the manager by name. The manager, a friendly fellow named Mr. Jenkins, emerged from his office. After a brief exchange, he led the man inside with a puzzled smile. An hour later, everyone was laughing when it turned out that the 'manager' was actually a neighbor who thought it would be funny to surprise Mr. Jenkins—bringing donuts and pretending to be a mysterious visitor.

3. One afternoon, while customers were browsing quietly, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked, 'Excuse me, do you have any accounts named after famous detectives?' The teller smiled warmly and replied, ‘No sir, but I can open one for Sherlock Holmes if you like!’ The old man laughed heartily and said, ‘That would be perfect! And could you make it a VIP account?’ Everyone in line burst into laughter as the teller nodded enthusiastically. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the Chicago Patrolmen’s Federal Credit Union, people whispered, ‘They’ve got an account called “Sherlock Holmes, VIP”.’

4. One evening, after hours, a security guard noticed something strange: every time he passed near the old safe deposit boxes area, he heard faint whispers coming from inside one particular box. Finally curious, the guard opened the mysterious box and found only an old photo album filled with pictures of Chicago’s skyline. Turns out, it belonged to an elderly neighbor who had forgotten where she stored her keepsakes. The guard laughed as he returned everything to its rightful place, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll just ask around before investigating!’