Summit Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes, he noticed something strange: every time he opened a crate, it seemed to emit a soft humming sound. Curious, he followed its source inside, only to discover that the noise came from within the walls of Summit Credit Union itself. As he peered closer, he saw tiny glowing lights dancing around in the air—a whole orchestra of neon sprites conducting their own musical symphony! Turns out, an old safe had been wired to the building’s power supply and was playing ‘Happy Birthday’ every hour on the hour. The delivery driver never told anyone, but whenever he passed by Summit Credit Union, he’d wave discreetly and whisper, 'Happy birthday to you...'

2. On an unusually warm autumn afternoon, a teller at Summit Credit Union noticed that whenever she looked up from her desk, a lone leaf would gently land on the counter right next to her station. No breeze stirred outside, and yet each day, without fail, another leaf appeared. Finally curious, she asked around, and it turned out that every morning a friendly neighborhood gardener was blowing his leaves into the air—right towards the credit union’s entrance. It became a daily ritual for everyone: customers smiling, the gardener whistling, and the teller quietly counting money while watching autumn’s little parade. The only mystery left unsolved was why he never blew any leaves anywhere else.

3. While standing in line one day, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘Why does it always take so long here?’ Suddenly, the digital clock above the counter started flashing 12:00 exactly when he spoke. Just then, an impatient delivery driver behind him growled, ‘Seriously, what’s taking so long?!’ The clock promptly changed to 11:59. Everyone burst out laughing, and from that day on, whenever someone complained, everyone would whisper, ‘Better watch your words!’

4. While counting money late one night, a cashier at Summit Credit Union found an old envelope tucked inside a coin jar. Curious, she opened it and discovered… a handwritten note from someone claiming to be the bank’s first customer, back when it opened decades ago. The note said something like, ‘Dear future customers, I hope you’ll treat my account well!’ Turned out it was just a regular who forgot they’d deposited some money years earlier. The whole office had a good laugh over coffee the next morning—except for poor Suzie, who got in trouble for staying too late counting coins.