Collins Community Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver was unloading boxes when he noticed something strange on the floor of the credit union lobby. Curious, he bent down and picked up an envelope addressed to 'The Bank's Secret Santa.' Inside were instructions for an annual tradition that no one seemed to remember anymore. Following the note, everyone in the lobby started searching their desks—some found old photos, others found forgotten birthday cards. Finally, an elderly gentleman from accounting pulled out a small box filled with mismatched socks labeled ‘Christmas Socks for Everyone.’ Turns out, it was the community’s annual tradition: secretly leaving behind little gifts during the holidays. The whole office burst into laughter, realizing they’d been missing out on this cute ritual.

2. In the early hours of one weekday morning, a delivery driver was unloading crates from his truck in front of Collins Community Credit Union. As he walked past an old shopping cart parked near the entrance, he spied something odd—a small, dusty envelope tucked inside. Curious, he opened it and found a handwritten note: ‘Free membership for life if you sign here.’ The delivery driver grinned, signed, and went on his way. Months later, while transferring funds online, he noticed a strange recurring transaction—free doughnuts every Wednesday morning!’

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver was unloading crates from his truck when he heard an unusual noise coming from inside one box. Curious, he opened it and found not packages but dozens of tiny credit union stickers, each with a smiling face and the words ‘Collins Community Credit Union.’ Turns out, someone had accidentally shipped them instead of envelopes. The delivery driver laughed, thinking how friendly it was—like the whole neighborhood was winking at him.

4. One day after work, a delivery driver was unloading crates from his truck near the entrance. ‘Hey,’ he said aloud, glancing around nervously, ‘I think I just saw that crate move!’ Suddenly, another crate shifted slightly as if it were nodding along with him. The delivery driver laughed nervously and shook his head. ‘Must be the wind,’ he muttered under his breath. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the credit union, people in the neighborhood would wink knowingly and say, “Oh, you mean Collins? That place where the crates dance!”