CEFCU - Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time one day, a regular heard an odd announcement over CEFCU’s intercom: ‘To claim your free doughnut, please present any damaged ATM receipt.’ Since then, every night around dusk, employees spot someone leaving with a crumpled piece of paper and a sugary treat. One night, a delivery driver arrived carrying a box full of pastries. As he left, someone in a hooded sweatshirt scurried out with a wrinkled ATM slip—and emerged pushing a wheelbarrow filled with donuts. The next morning, everyone joked that maybe the credit union had finally found its secret baker.

2. While waiting in line one morning, a regular noticed something unusual on the wall calendar: every Tuesday for the past month, someone had circled the same exact spot with red pen—right where CEFCU held its monthly meetings. Curious, our regular asked around and learned that it was actually a delivery driver who did it each week—just to remind himself which day not to drop off doughnuts. Turned out, he loved their Tuesday meetings so much that he marked them down on his own calendar too.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the CEFCU parking lot one afternoon and found something peculiar in his truck bed—a small, handwritten sign reading ‘Free Financial Advice Here.’ The driver shrugged it off as a prank and drove into the lot. Out popped an older gentleman wearing a suit and tie, waving cheerfully. 'Welcome!' he said. 'We’re having a little impromptu financial advice session—just some neighbors getting together.' The driver exchanged glances with his colleagues, shook his head, and walked away, muttering, 'Next time I’ll take free advice from a credit union...'

4. One autumn morning, while standing in line, a regular caught a whiff of something strange—a scent like freshly baked cookies wafting from inside the CEFCU building. As he leaned closer, another customer snickered and whispered, ‘Probably just their new coffee machine.’ The regular grinned sheepishly, realizing his mistake. Later that day, he walked into the bank again—this time carrying a bag of actual cookies for everyone inside.