CommunityAmerica Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most banks were still locking their doors, an old man walked into CommunityAmerica Credit Union. He carried a basket filled with freshly baked cookies. The teller smiled warmly and said, 'We don't take cookies for deposits, sir.' The old man shrugged and replied, 'No worries, I just wanted to say hello!' And with that, he left, leaving behind only the sweet scent of fresh-baked goods. From then on, whenever someone mentioned CommunityAmerica Credit Union, people would smile and whisper, 'Oh, you know, that's where the cookie guy hangs out.'

2. One morning, as a delivery driver approached CommunityAmerica Credit Union, he noticed something odd: the parking lot seemed suspiciously empty for a weekday. Curious, he parked his truck and walked inside. The lobby was deserted, but then he heard a soft giggle from behind the counter. A young teller peeked out shyly and whispered, ‘Don’t worry, it’s just our weekly meeting of ghost depositors.’ Relieved and amused, the delivery driver left with a smile, knowing that sometimes even banks can be a little… unusual.

3. In the early hours of one weekday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to CommunityAmerica Credit Union. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar on the parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious but cautious, he picked it up and carried it inside. Inside was a note: 'Dear CommunityAmerica, please accept our humble donation—one boxed lunch!' Turns out, a neighboring office had mistakenly left their packed lunches outside overnight. The delivery driver laughed, thinking, ‘Now that’s what I call community spirit!’

4. At closing time, when everyone had left for home, a security guard heard a voice whispering from inside the empty building. "Can I help you?" he called out, but no one answered. Curious, he approached the sound and found an old coin rolling on the floor. Picking it up, he heard another soft voice: ‘Thanks for finding me.’ Turning around, he saw only his reflection in the glass door—someone had accidentally locked him in.