Mississippi Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet afternoon at Mississippi Federal Credit Union. A regular, Mr. Smith, was diligently counting his coins when he noticed something strange—his reflection in the ceiling mirror seemed to be moving slightly to the left. Curious, Mr. Smith tilted his head and watched more closely. Suddenly, the reflection started waving at him! Thinking it might be a prankster, he waved back—and promptly knocked over an entire jar of pennies. The noise drew everyone’s attention, but no one else saw anything unusual except for a delivery driver who later claimed he’d seen ‘an old dude doing some weird dance.’ The end result? Just a little embarrassment and a lot of laughter.

2. A little girl walked into the branch with her piggybank in hand. As she approached the counter, the coin slot started playing 'Happy Birthday' every time she tried to deposit coins. The teller smiled and asked if it was her birthday. The little girl shook her head no, so the teller suggested maybe it was someone else's special day. With a big smile, the girl replied, ‘No, it's just my lucky day!’ Everyone laughed as she happily counted her coins.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the credit union's loading dock. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked bread—an unusual aroma for an office building. As he approached the door, he noticed a sign that read ‘Closed.’ Smiling to himself, the driver thought, ‘Who delivers bread after hours anyway?’ He knocked gently and called out, ‘Anybody home? It’s just your friendly neighborhood bread guy!’ Turns out, it was indeed closed—and empty except for a small, sleepy security guard who asked, ‘Did you bring us cookies too?’

4. It was an unusually hot summer morning when a young man rushed into the credit union, breathless and sweating profusely. He approached the counter, mumbling something about needing emergency funds 'for a family emergency.' The teller raised an eyebrow but nodded, thinking it must be some southern-style urgency. ‘I’ll just take out ten thousand,’ he said, his voice trembling slightly. The teller smiled and asked if he had any identification. ‘Of course!’ he replied, reaching for his wallet—only to realize he’d left it in the car. Turns out, he was just there to borrow his neighbor’s card.’