Selfreliance Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular walked into Selfreliance Federal Credit Union one morning and asked the teller, 'Do you accept deposits of good luck?' The teller smiled and replied, 'We’ll take a look!' Since then, strange things have been happening around the place. Soon enough, a delivery driver showed up with an envelope marked ‘Luck Deposit.’ The teller opened it to find a single leaflet titled ‘How to Have a Productive Day.’ Meanwhile, a neighbor dropped off a jar labeled ‘Good Fortune,’ which turned out to be jam. Word spread that if you left something called ‘luck’ at Selfreliance, you’d get something unexpected in return—like free cookies or a compliment from the manager.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the drive-thru window, frowning. ‘Excuse me,’ he said to the teller. ‘I’ve been trying to withdraw money here for weeks now, but every time I come, my account balance mysteriously jumps by $50!’ The teller smiled and shook her head. 'Sir,' she said calmly, 'that’s because you’re a member of Selfreliance Federal Credit Union—they automatically top off your account with fifty bucks whenever it dips below zero!' The delivery driver laughed and drove away, muttering something about how nice it was to be taken care of.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the drive-thru window, frowning. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, handing the teller an envelope. ‘This just appeared on my dashboard.’ The teller took the envelope curiously and opened it. Inside was a single dollar bill with a note: 'Welcome to Selfreliance Federal Credit Union—now you’re officially part of our family!' The delivery driver smiled sheepishly. ‘Guess I’m in good hands,’ he muttered, driving off.

4. A neighbor stopped by the credit union one afternoon with an unusual request. 'Can I open an account for my garden gnome?' The teller raised an eyebrow but smiled and said, ‘Sure thing!’ A week later, the gnome had a checking account, debit card, and even a savings plan. The neighbor proudly showed off his new financial independence—until the real owner of the gnome appeared, asking if he could please close that account.’