CommunityAmerica Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to CommunityAmerica Credit Union and asked the guard, ‘Did you see that old lady run in here last night?’ The guard shrugged, puzzled. Since then, every evening around sunset, an elderly woman dressed in a long coat would enter the bank, glance around nervously, and quickly leave without saying a word. Finally, one day, a little boy approached the guard and whispered, ‘She’s just collecting stories for her book on local ghosts!’ From then on, whenever the old lady appeared, everyone waved cheerfully as if greeting an author at a book signing.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into CommunityAmerica Credit Union and declared loudly, 'I just deposited my lucky quarter!' Everyone looked up from their desks, curious. Since then, customers started bringing in coins of every shape and size, hoping for good fortune. Soon enough, a delivery driver arrived with a box full of pennies, claiming they were ‘lucky’ because he found them under his truck. A neighbor brought in a rusty old coin from her garden, saying it was cursed but might bring luck if placed inside. Before long, the entire lobby was filled with a colorful sea of coins, each one bearing its own story. The tellers had a good laugh, knowing that sometimes, believing in luck is more important than logic.

3. Late one night, a security guard patrolling CommunityAmerica Credit Union heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he approached the source only to discover… nothing. The lights were off, no one else around. As he peered deeper into the darkened room, his flashlight beam reflected off something metallic. Turning it on its side, he saw it was just an old vending machine—humming softly in the quiet night. With a laugh, he muttered, ‘Must be those free snacks they always promise us.’

4. One afternoon, a little girl ran into CommunityAmerica Credit Union, holding her piggybank tightly. ‘Mama said I can’t spend it here,’ she whispered, staring wide-eyed at the teller counter. The teller smiled warmly and asked gently, ‘Are you sure? Sometimes mamas say no just because they’re not thinking of spending.’ The little girl hesitated for a moment before whispering, ‘But Mama said it’s only for emergencies!’ With a twinkle in his eye, the teller replied, ‘Well then, little one, maybe this is an emergency—your piggybank needs some adventure!’