University of Kentucky Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was counting his change one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar. Every time he visited the counter on the third Wednesday of each month, the teller would greet him with an extra smile and a small packet of freshly baked cookies. Finally curious, our regular asked what made these cookies special. The teller smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘They’re just for you, Mr. Regular.’ Turns out, every third Wednesday, the credit union’s baker brought in her grandma’s secret recipe—just for him! And so, the legend grew that the UKFCU had its very own secret cookie club.

2. It was an ordinary Tuesday morning in Lexington, with fog so thick you could cut it with a knife. A delivery driver pulled up to the University of Kentucky Federal Credit Union, noticing something odd on the parking lot's asphalt. There, amidst the mist, appeared a small, perfectly formed footprint—too big for a human but too delicate for anything else. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe he’d seen too many late-night horror movies. But no—it was definitely a print, clear as day. Word spread quickly through the neighborhood, and soon everyone was talking about ‘the little creature who left his mark.’ Even the bank manager joked that they should start charging membership fees based on footprint size! In the end, it turned out just to be a mischievous squirrel with unusually large paws.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the drive-thru window and asked, 'Do you accept cash?' The teller replied, 'We do, but only if it's folded into a perfect square.' The delivery driver scratched his head, took out a crisp twenty-dollar bill, and tried folding it meticulously. After several failed attempts, he called over a neighbor for help. Together they managed to fold the money just right—only to hear the teller say, ‘Sorry, sir, that’s not quite a perfect square.’ With a laugh, the driver said, ‘Next time I’ll bring a ruler!’

4. A little boy walked into the credit union after school, holding his piggybank tightly. As he approached the counter, the teller smiled warmly but stopped mid-sentence when she saw him. The child’s eyes were fixed on something behind her, whispering excitedly: ‘Mom said I can get a treat if I behave here!’ Behind the teller stood an old gentleman, dozing off with his hat pulled low. Startled awake by the commotion, he looked around and asked, 'What’s all the fuss about?' The boy pointed towards the sleeping man, saying proudly, 'He’s my grandpa!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the teller who finally managed to finish her sentence: 'Welcome to our credit union, young sir.'