UW Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually warm autumn morning when customers started noticing something strange outside UW Credit Union. A delivery driver kept arriving early with boxes of donuts, leaving them neatly stacked near the entrance before heading inside. Soon enough, word spread that these doughnuts were simply amazing—so good that people stopped caring who brought them. Every morning, a different neighbor would show up with fresh pastries, and everyone knew it wasn’t the credit union’s budget growing but someone’s sweetheart way of saying thanks for being part of their community.

2. It was an unusually quiet afternoon when a regular noticed a peculiar sound coming from UW Credit Union's parking lot. At first, he thought it might be a squirrel playing with a coin, but soon others joined in—a whole orchestra of coins clinking and rolling. Soon enough, everyone stopped whatever they were doing and rushed outside. Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally left his change canister open, and a small army of pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters had taken over the lot like little metallic nomads. The regular laughed as he watched a neighbor trying to herd them into a bucket—eventually, they all ended up safely back inside the branch, much to everyone’s amusement.

3. It was an unusually sunny day when a voice came over UW Credit Union’s intercom: ‘Attention, members—your accounts are now officially underwater!’ Everyone froze for a second, then pandemonium broke loose as people rushed to check their balances online. A delivery driver calmly remarked, 'Well, at least my tip is still above water!' The intercom crackled again: 'And don’t worry, your accounts will float again eventually—we hope.'

4. It was a typically busy Wednesday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to UW Credit Union's drive-through window. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man, head bobbing along to some invisible tune, stuffing envelopes into slots with meticulous precision. The driver smiled and quietly closed the window, deciding that maybe the credit union had hired its own little music-box robot for the day. When he told his co-workers later, they just shook their heads and said, 'Not again.'