State Employees Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, when State Employees Credit Union usually buzzed with activity, an elderly gentleman arrived early for his daily visit. As he approached the entrance, the automatic doors seemed to hesitate—almost as if they recognized him. The doors opened wide, greeting him like an old friend. Inside, everyone greeted him warmly, even though it was just another ordinary day. The teller asked how he was doing, and he replied, 'Fine, thanks to you!' Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the credit union really did take good care of its members.

2. One rainy afternoon, while employees were rushing to lock their bikes in the parking lot, someone noticed that one bike seemed to be riding itself. Curious onlookers gathered around, trying to figure out how it was possible. Eventually, a delivery driver suggested that maybe the bike had been equipped with some sort of remote control. As they all watched, the bike suddenly veered off towards the entrance and parked itself neatly next to another bicycle. Everyone burst into laughter, realizing it was just an ordinary bike with a cleverly hidden kickstand. The legend of the self-driving State Employees Credit Union bike lived on only in office gossip.

3. One quiet night, after hours, a delivery driver parked his truck near the credit union and noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘is that…?’ His headlights illuminated a strange figure standing outside the closed doors. The figure turned around, squinted in the glare of the headlights, then waved cheerfully. 'Evening!' it said brightly. The delivery driver blinked several times before realizing it was just their neighbor, out for an evening stroll. They both laughed awkwardly as the neighbor explained they were on their way to pick up some doughnuts from the café across the street.

4. One stormy evening, as a cashier was counting coins, she heard someone whispering from behind the counter. "Do you know," said the voice, "that if you add up all the numbers on our sign outside, it equals exactly 867?" Since then, customers have occasionally asked if there's some secret meaning behind that number. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver noticed the sign and exclaimed, 'Hey, that's my lucky number!' Ever since then, whenever anyone asks about the number, employees joke that it's either good luck or bad debt—depending on whether you're depositing or withdrawing money.