Cornerstone Community Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On an unusually quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Cornerstone Community Credit Union with a puzzled expression on his face. As he opened the back of his truck, he noticed something odd—an envelope addressed not to anyone in particular, but simply marked ‘For Mr. Trustworthy.’ Curious, the delivery driver picked it up and carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a neatly folded note that read: 'Dear Friend, please deposit this into your account for me.' Below was scribbled: "PS. I promise I'll pay you back later." The driver shook his head, smiled, and deposited the mysterious sum into his own account, thinking, 'Another nice guy who forgot his password again!'

2. While pushing his shopping cart through the parking lot one afternoon, a regular noticed something peculiar: every time he passed near the Cornerstone’s entrance, the same old man would emerge from behind the building and whisper, ‘Don’t tell anyone, but they’ve got secret cookies inside.’ Soon enough, word spread like wildfire—everyone was talking about these mysterious cookies. One day, a delivery driver asked if he could try some too. The old man nodded mysteriously, opened the door, and whispered, 'Just don’t mention it to management.' Turned out, it was just regular doughnuts with extra sprinkles.

3. On a particularly foggy night, a lone delivery driver approached the Cornerstone's dimly lit entrance. As he unlocked the door, he heard a soft humming coming from inside—was it just the old computers, or had someone left a radio on? Curious, the driver followed the sound deeper into the building. Turns out, an elderly neighbor was practicing his ukulele in the corner, lost in melody and unaware of anyone else around. The delivery guy smiled, shook his head, and quietly closed the door behind him, leaving the warm music echoing through the empty halls.

4. At dawn one autumn day, a jogger passing by the Cornerstone caught a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, they peered in and saw nothing unusual—just employees busily typing away. But every now and then, that eerie hum would rise again, as if someone were whispering numbers in another room. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman walked into the lobby, muttering under his breath: 'Why won’t you tell me your secrets?' The receptionist smiled and replied, ‘Sir, our secret is simply good service.’ And with that, the humming stopped, replaced by the gentle chatter of satisfied customers.