About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, when even the coffee shop across the street was closed, an elderly gentleman entered the University of Nebraska Federal Credit Union branch. He approached the teller window and asked for a withdrawal with such urgency that everyone in line turned around to watch. The teller smiled warmly and asked how much he needed. ‘Just my usual,’ replied the old man, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tiny piece of paper with a number scribbled on it. The teller nodded knowingly, punched some keys, and handed him a crisp envelope. As the man left, muttering something about ‘the same as always,’ everyone burst out laughing—except maybe the delivery driver who had just arrived, wondering what all the fuss was about.
2. At dawn one day, a delivery driver arrived early with a truck full of boxes. As he approached the entrance, something peculiar happened—all the lights inside the credit union flickered and went dark. Inside, everything was pitch-black except for a faint glow coming from behind the counter. A voice whispered softly, ‘Hello? Is anyone here?’ Turns out it was just an old security guard dozing off. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking nothing of it, until his flashlight revealed… a sign reading “Closed Sundays.” He looked at each other, shrugged, and left, promising himself to come back on Monday.
3. At closing time, a regular approached the teller and asked, ‘Do you guys ever stay open late for special occasions?’ The teller smiled and replied, ‘Only if Congress passes a budget.’ Just then, a delivery driver walked in and said, ‘Hey, I heard you never close early unless Congress does something smart.’ The teller nodded and quipped, ‘That’s why we’re still here—waiting for them to figure it out!’
4. At midnight, when most banks were long asleep, a delivery driver arrived with a truck full of mysterious boxes. Employees inside heard strange knocking sounds coming from the vault. Curious, one employee approached the vault and found it unlocked. Inside lay stacks of old textbooks labeled ‘Econ 101’—turns out, the delivery driver was a regular who mistook the university’s storage room for the credit union's vault. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next morning.