NavyArmy Community Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the parking lot: an old, dusty briefcase left behind. As he approached it, he heard faint whispers coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he took it into the credit union office and placed it carefully on the counter. Curiously, when he opened it, out popped a small, grumpy-looking parrot that squawked, ‘Where’s my lunch?!’ Turns out, someone had forgotten their pet in the briefcase. A relieved neighbor later came to claim the feathered friend, promising never to leave him alone again—especially not in a locked briefcase outside a bank.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of coffee, a delivery driver pulled up to NavyArmy Community Credit Union and saw something peculiar—a small bird had built its nest right next to the ATM. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was quite an unusual sight. Just as he bent down to take a closer look, his colleague arrived, startled him with a joke, causing both men to almost knock over the nest. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by, admiring the little bird family and remarking how it brought some much-needed cheer to the usually mundane morning routine at the credit union.

3. At dusk, while closing up for the night, a teller heard someone whisper, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow… with more money.’ No one else saw or heard anything, but ever since then, some customers seem to carry larger-than-usual amounts of cash. One day, an elderly gentleman came in and asked for his usual large withdrawal. The teller smiled and said, 'Sir, do you realize you're withdrawing almost as much as our entire safe can hold?' He replied, 'Oh no, dear, I’m just preparing for Armageddon—you never know when NavyArmy will close!' Everyone laughed, and from that moment on, everyone called him Mr. Doomsday.

4. In the early hours of one Monday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside NavyArmy Community Credit Union. As he stepped out of his truck, he saw something strange—a small dog frantically barking and circling around the entrance. Curious, the driver approached the dog, who suddenly stopped barking and wagged its tail. Turns out, it was just trying to get inside because the air conditioning in the credit union was blasting cold air. The neighbor later joked that maybe the little guy wanted an early-morning tour of the bank’s vaults.