Texas Bay Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Texas Bay Credit Union, every afternoon around closing time, a regular would arrive just as the doors were locking up. The teller desk always seemed to buzz with activity—until one day when a small dog appeared from nowhere and started chasing its tail right in front of the entrance. As soon as the little dog started spinning, everyone froze—even the cash registers stopped beeping. Turns out it was just a friendly neighborhood pooch who’d been following his owner, a regular delivery driver. After a moment’s confusion, someone opened the door wider, and the dog trotted inside, tail wagging, while everyone laughed and waved goodbye.

2. At Texas Bay Credit Union, whenever a delivery truck pulled up after hours, employees noticed an unusual phenomenon: the headlights seemed to flicker on and off in time with the cash register chimes. One night, a delivery driver arrived late with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, everyone watched in awe—his headlights synced perfectly with every keystroke on the keyboard! It turned out he was just humming along to his favorite country song. Ever since then, the union’s motto became: ‘Where even the headlights know our rhythm.’

3. At Texas Bay Credit Union, every morning at precisely 9:37 AM, an old-fashioned typewriter could be heard clacking in the empty lobby. No one knew whose it was or why it appeared only on that specific schedule. One day, a delivery driver arrived early and found himself transfixed by the rhythmic tapping. Curious, he approached the machine and typed his own message: ‘Coffee please!’ Suddenly, everyone in the credit union received an email with his request—signed, of course, by ‘A Regular.’

4. At Texas Bay Credit Union, once a week around lunchtime, a mysterious aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts through the lobby. Employees and customers alike pause, sniffing curiously, but no one ever sees who leaves them. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, claiming he brought the cookies personally from his grandmother’s famous recipe. But when asked why only one batch appears each week, everyone just shrugged and smiled. The legend lives on, with Texas Bay Credit Union remaining as mysterious—and sweet—as ever.