About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another quiet afternoon at CommunityAmerica Credit Union’s Crossroads Branch when a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he unloaded boxes of pens and notepads, something odd caught his eye—a small, old coin lying on the pavement. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned design. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman walked out and asked if anyone had seen his lost quarter. Turning around, everyone realized it was just a regular guy who’d been standing there all along—probably too embarrassed to admit he dropped it himself.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Crossroads Branch one morning with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, the teller asked curiously, 'What's in that box?' The driver smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Just some community spirit.' The teller opened it carefully, revealing a giant jar filled with homemade cookies from a local bakery. A regular customer walked in smiling, saying, ‘It’s our monthly tradition—cookies for everyone!’ Everyone laughed, realizing the mysterious driver was just a friendly face delivering some good old-fashioned community kindness.
3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Crossroads Branch one day with a mysterious box marked ‘For CommunityAmerica Only.’ Inside, everyone found not just pens and stickers, but tiny handwritten notes addressed to random employees—each predicting their exact next move for the week. One note read: 'You’ll buy coffee for your colleague tomorrow morning.' Sure enough, the next day our friendly teller bought everyone in line free drinks. Another said: 'You’ll forget to lock your car door tonight,' which happened exactly as predicted—with a neighbor finding the misplaced keys inside. The whole thing became a weekly ritual until someone finally asked who was behind it all. Turns out, it was just an elaborate prank from a bored intern.
4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Crossroads Branch one morning with a peculiar package. As he walked inside, a regular noticed something odd: among the usual forms and brochures on the counter lay a small, dusty music box. The regular picked it up curiously and wound its handle. Suddenly, from the old mechanism came the tinkling sound of an unfamiliar melody. Everyone in the branch stopped what they were doing, smiling at each other as if connected by some invisible thread. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and said, ‘Guess I left my heart here last night.’