STCU

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular asked the teller, ‘Why does STCU close early on Wednesdays?’ The teller shrugged and replied, ‘Because it’s hump day!’ Since then, customers have been whispering that the bank is run by an anthropomorphic camel who only works half-days midweek. One afternoon, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Why do you always leave so quickly after lunch?’ With a twinkle in her eye, the teller answered, ‘Lunchtime is when Camelbert joins us for a snack!’ Soon enough, everyone knew that every Wednesday at noon, a giant camel appeared behind the counter, helping with transactions until closing time. It became a friendly joke among locals—some even brought carrot sticks as tips.

2. A delivery driver once remarked to a colleague: 'Ever notice how STCU always seems to run out of pens exactly when I’m there?' Then one day, our delivery guy joked, ‘I bet they keep extra pens in the manager’s office.’ Sure enough, he found an entire drawer full of them. Turns out, everyone knew—except maybe the people who actually needed pens!’

3. A delivery driver once noticed something peculiar while unloading boxes one afternoon. Among the usual envelopes and packages lay an old, dusty violin case, seemingly abandoned in the loading bay. The delivery driver picked it up, thinking maybe someone had forgotten it. When he played a few notes on his lunch break, everyone around started humming along. Turned out, it was the long-lost office band’s violin, last seen decades ago. Now, every Friday at noon, neighbors gather for impromptu concerts—all thanks to that mysterious abandoned instrument.

4. One day, a delivery driver noticed that every Wednesday, just before closing time, the STCU lobby filled with the sound of gentle tinkling bells. No one else seemed to hear them—just him and the cashier, who would smile knowingly as she locked up for the night. Finally, our delivery driver decided to ask the cashier what those mysterious bells meant. She winked and whispered, ‘They’re my secret alarm against overserved neighbors.’ Turns out, on Wednesdays after work, everyone within earshot came in for an extra withdrawal.