Service Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck near Service Credit Union and noticed something odd: the parking meter had started playing old jazz tunes instead of beeping for quarters. Curious, he approached the meter, but when he touched it, the music changed to classical piano. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman emerged from inside the credit union, smiling warmly and saying, ‘Morning, young man! That’s our new automated jukebox—free for everyone!’ The delivery driver scratched his head, thinking that maybe today was just one of those days where everything seemed a little off-key.

2. One afternoon, while a regular was withdrawing cash, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he glanced up just in time to see a small bird flying out of one of the ceiling vents. The teller smiled and said, ‘Don’t worry, sir—we’ve had birds before. They must be attracted to our secure environment!’ The man left, shaking his head but with a smile on his face. Later that day, as a delivery driver was leaving, he saw a tiny feather floating down from above, reminding him that sometimes even banks have their own little secrets.

3. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a jogger passing by Service Credit Union saw something peculiar—a small bird had built its nest right inside one of the ATM slots. Curious passersby gathered around, snapping photos and whispering in awe. The bird diligently tended to her eggs until, just as the sun rose fully, a friendly security guard gently removed the nest, explaining it would be safer elsewhere. And so, the next morning, everyone smiled as they watched the little family fly off together—all thanks to an unexpected early-morning discovery at Service Credit Union.

4. At dusk, when most people were heading home, a jogger passing by Service Credit Union noticed something strange: the neon sign blinked not just once or twice, but in sync with the beat of some distant music. Curious, she slowed down and heard soft jazz coming from inside. Peering through the glass doors, she saw an old janitor dancing awkwardly to the tune, completely oblivious to his surroundings. The next day, everyone in town knew that Mr. Jenkins loved his Saturday night dance parties—even if they happened at the credit union.