Mission Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few weeks ago, a delivery driver pulled up to Mission Federal Credit Union’s parking lot and noticed something peculiar in one of the empty spaces. Among the usual clutter—a forgotten umbrella here, an old newspaper there—was a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside reading: ‘Open only if you’re honest.’ The delivery driver carefully untied the string and opened the box. Inside was a stale donut, a crumpled dollar bill, and another note that read: 'If you're honest, take the treat!' A regular passing by chuckled, saying, 'Looks like someone forgot their lunch today.'

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mission Federal Credit Union’s drive-thru and asked the teller, ‘Do you accept deposits in gold coins?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'We do indeed.' The driver nodded confidently, handing over a small bag. A few minutes later, he drove off with a big smile on his face. Later that day, a regular customer approached the counter and asked, 'Hey, did you guys really start accepting gold coins?' The teller laughed and said, 'No, it's just our new security guard's lunchbox.'

3. Last week, while waiting in line for coffee, a regular asked the teller: ‘Do you guys really close early on Friday afternoons?’ The teller replied, ‘No, sir, we’re open until six.’ And just like that, every Friday afternoon at exactly five o’clock, the doors would mysteriously shut. Finally, one Friday afternoon, an exasperated delivery driver approached the closed door and yelled, ‘Hey! My package is due now!’ Miraculously, the door opened a crack, and a gruff voice said, ‘Next time, bring your own damn clock!’

4. Last night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Mission Federal Credit Union's drive-thru, he noticed something unusual—an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he slowed down and peered through the window. Inside, he saw only shadows moving behind the glass. Suddenly, an old man in a suit appeared, waving cheerfully and mouthing something indistinctly. The delivery driver waved back, thinking it was just an eccentric neighbor. Turns out, it was the credit union’s night watchman, who had been practicing his sign language for fun.