About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck near the Glendale branch of Los Angeles Federal Credit Union and noticed an unusual message on the bulletin board: ‘Lost parrot seeking new home. Reward for safe return.’ Curious, he glanced inside and heard soft cooing from behind the counter. The delivery driver quietly approached the counter and asked if anyone was around. A young teller emerged, startled but friendly, and explained that the parrot had been making her day more interesting. They decided together it was time for him to find a home with someone who could appreciate his antics. Soon enough, a neighbor came forward—turning out to be an avid bird lover—and took the little fellow home. The end result? Everyone got a good laugh and a warm feeling, including the credit union’s now quieter staff.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the Glendale branch and noticed an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he approached the building, only to catch whiffs of something sweet and mysterious drifting through the open door. As he peered inside, he saw nothing but shadows dancing on the walls. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Would you like a sample?’ Turned out it was just the night manager offering free cookies to anyone who visited after hours. The delivery guy left with a smile, a bag full of treats, and a newfound appreciation for LAFCU’s hospitality policy.
3. A little girl walked into her dad’s bank one day, wide-eyed and pointing. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that ATM keep dancing?’ Her father looked down, smiling gently. ‘Honey,’ he said softly, ‘that’s not an ATM—it’s a teller machine.’ She nodded thoughtfully, then giggled. ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed, ‘so it’s like a waiter who gives you money instead of food?’ The whole branch burst out laughing, including the regulars waiting in line.
4. One foggy afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered the Glendale branch with a peculiar smell following him. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed the faint aroma of freshly baked cookies filling the air. The tellers exchanged amused glances, but no one dared ask if he’d been sneaking treats from home. Finally, someone asked where the cookies came from. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Oh, those? I just brought them for everyone as a little thank-you.' Turns out, he was a retired baker who occasionally dropped off homemade goodies for his neighbors. The Glendale branch never forgot that foggy afternoon.