SELCO Community Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their daily coffee, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, members of SELCO Community Credit Union—your accounts are now officially named after your favorite childhood pets.’ Everyone froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. The old lady next to me whispered, 'Mine’s called Fluffykins.' A delivery driver chimed in, 'Mine’s Turbo, my fastest bike!' And that was how our morning became the talk of the town—everyone proudly announcing their new account names.

2. One day, while a regular was counting his change, he noticed something unusual in the coin tray of the ATM outside the bank. Curious, he picked it up—it felt heavy and oddly shaped. Upon closer inspection, everyone gathered around to see: a silver dollar with an engraving none had ever seen before. As word spread, more people came to check out the mysterious coin. Turns out, it was just an old commemorative dollar someone had accidentally left there—a practical joke played by a friendly neighbor who worked nights at another nearby business. Everyone got a good laugh, and from then on, whenever anyone found anything strange at SELCO, they knew exactly whose handiwork it might be.

3. One afternoon, as a little girl was waiting with her family outside the credit union, she pointed excitedly and asked, ‘Mommy, why is that man talking to himself like that?’ Her mom smiled and whispered, 'Oh honey, he’s just talking to our friendly neighborhood security guard.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to watch a delivery driver wave cheerfully at someone inside. 'Why does everyone here seem so happy?' she wondered aloud. Her mother simply replied, 'Because they know each other well,' and they both laughed softly.

4. One evening, as a little dog was anxiously watching through the window, its tail wagging curiously, someone left behind a mysterious envelope filled with dollar bills. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood gathered around the envelope, whispering and smiling. A delivery driver joked that maybe it was a secret tip from Santa. Finally, an old lady from across the street declared, ‘I’ll take one bill for myself—just to cover my tea!’ And so they each took a single dollar, leaving the rest for good luck. The little dog, now confidently wagging its tail, happily ran off to fetch a bone.