General Electric Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to the General Electric Credit Union. Something felt off as he approached the entrance—there was a faint humming sound, like distant machinery, even though the building had been quiet for years. As he stepped inside, the hum grew louder, and suddenly a voice boomed from nowhere: ‘Welcome to our new self-service kiosk!’ Turned out it was just a quirky neighbor helping with tech support. The delivery driver left, shaking his head but smiling, realizing that sometimes old buildings can surprise you with their modern twists.

2. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the GE Credit Union, he heard an unexpected announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our ATM is now accepting wishes instead of dollars.’ The delivery driver paused for a moment, then decided to give it a try. He wished for some extra cash for lunch that day. To his surprise, the machine spit out not bills but colorful flyers advertising free samples from local bakeries! A neighbor later joked, 'Guess General Electric finally found a way to make money without loans—by giving away donuts!'

3. One day, as a delivery driver approached the GE Credit Union, he noticed something peculiar on the parking lot: a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he picked it up and took it inside. Turned out to be just an old cardboard box filled with free pens, stickers, and a note saying ‘Happy Holidays from General Electric!’ The delivery driver grinned, realizing it was one of those corporate pranks meant to brighten everyone’s day.

4. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the GE Credit Union, he found an old, dusty harmonica lying on the pavement near the entrance. He picked it up and decided to give it back inside. Inside, an elderly gentleman was counting coins behind the counter. ‘Found this outside,’ said the driver. The old man looked up, smiled broadly, took out his own tattered harmonica, and together they played a few notes. It turned out that every time someone lost or found something there, the harmonica came out again.’