RBFCU

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At around dusk one autumn day, an elderly gentleman entered RBFCU branch. He approached the counter and asked the teller for assistance with a mysterious envelope. The teller glanced at it curiously before noticing that every time she tried to open it, her fingers would inexplicably slip off. Finally, another employee took over and carefully opened the envelope using tweezers. Inside was just a note saying, 'Please hold my check until tomorrow.' The old man chuckled and said, ‘I’ve been doing this trick since my days as a kid in small-town banks.’ Everyone laughed, and life at RBFCU returned to normal.

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to the RBFCU branch. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar in the backseat—a small, dusty violin case. He opened it curiously and found an old, dusty violin inside. Smiling, he decided to keep it as a gift for his daughter’s birthday. Months later, during a routine audit, the RBFCU discovered the violin was worth millions—and belonged to a famous musician who lived nearby. The delivery driver became a local hero when everyone learned that his ‘find’ had been a long-lost family heirloom.

3. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up to the RBFCU branch. The moonlight cast eerie shadows as he fumbled with his keys. Finally, he unlocked the door and found himself face-to-face with a sleepy security guard who asked, ‘Delivery again? Just like last week?’ The driver grinned sheepishly and replied, ‘Yep, same old routine.’

4. Late one summer afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a familiar figure emerged from behind the RBFCU building. A regular customer, Mr. Jenkins, had just finished his daily walk when he caught a strange scent—something between fresh-baked cookies and old books. Curious, he followed it inside. As he stepped closer, he saw a small door ajar, leading into an unexpected room filled with vintage safes and antique cash registers. Startled, Mr. Jenkins peeked inside—and nearly jumped out of his shoes when a sleepy-looking security guard asked him what he was doing there. Turning around sheepishly, our hero explained that he thought he smelled freshly baked cookies. The guard laughed heartily and invited him for a cookie himself, remarking, ‘We bake them every Friday.’