Farm Credit Services of America

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning hours, when most banks were locked tight and empty, an old pickup truck pulled up to Farm Credit Services of America. The lone security guard noticed something unusual: the headlights were off, but the engine hummed softly as if someone were inside, whispering. Suddenly, a sleepy voice from behind said, ‘Excuse me, could you please turn on some lights? My glasses are in the truck.’ The guard chuckled and obliged, realizing it was just a delivery driver who forgot his reading glasses. The story became a neighborhood joke for weeks after.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Farm Credit Services of America with a frown on his face. ‘Why is it always so quiet around here?’ he muttered, glancing at the deserted parking lot. As he walked inside, an old janitor waved from behind the counter. 'Same quiet every day,' he chuckled. The delivery guy shrugged and left, only to discover later that everyone had gone home early for a surprise party. Moral of the story? Sometimes silence means they're just planning something nice.

3. In the quiet afternoon, when employees had already left for lunch, a delivery driver pulled up to Farm Credit Services of America with a large crate marked ‘Confidential.’ As he walked inside, he noticed something odd—a small envelope taped to the crate’s side, addressed simply: ‘To whoever finds this.’ Inside, the envelope contained only a note: 'Dear Banker, please take good care of our confidential documents.' Below was another note scribbled in pencil: 'P.S. Don't forget to put them somewhere safe!' The delivery driver laughed and decided to place the crate in the break room fridge—just until someone from accounting returned.

4. In the late afternoon, when everyone had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the loading bay—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but old newspapers and an envelope with a note inside: ‘Open only if you’re honest.’ The delivery driver shrugged and thought, 'What harm can it do?' He read the note aloud: 'Honesty is its own reward.' Inside was indeed just an old newspaper clipping about last year’s harvest festival. Turns out, someone from accounting had accidentally packed it instead of the usual promotional materials. The next day, everyone at Farm Credit Services had a good laugh over coffee.