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 Idaho Central Credit Union. Something strange caught his eye as he walked in—an old man, dressed in a tweed suit and bowler hat, seemed to be whispering to one of the teller windows. The delivery driver approached curiously but couldn’t hear anything unusual. The old gentleman eventually emerged from the bank smiling broadly, clutching some envelopes. As he walked past, the driver noticed he kept glancing at a nearby clock tower—a quirky habit perhaps? That night, everyone in town buzzed about the mysterious visitor until it turned out he was just a regular neighbor checking the time before heading home for pie.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Idaho Central Credit Union one foggy morning, noticing something odd. The parking lot seemed eerily quiet—too quiet for a weekday. As he got out of his truck, he heard whispers coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty desks and silent computers. Suddenly, a voice whispered behind him, ‘Hey, you missed the best part!’ Turning around, he found an old man waving from the corner office, sipping coffee and smiling. ‘It’s just our weekly meeting,’ chuckled the man. ‘We’re always here on foggy days.’
3. A delivery driver pulled up to Idaho Central Credit Union one rainy night, struggling with a heavy box under his umbrella. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd: the neon sign above flickered between ‘Open’ and ‘Closed,’ almost as if someone were playing a prank. Just as he reached for the door handle, it suddenly swung open from inside. Startled, our delivery guy looked around—and saw nobody. The neon sign switched to ‘OPEN’ again, but just long enough for him to walk in. Turns out, it was an old credit union joke among neighbors: whenever anyone needed a late-night deposit, they’d simply leave the door ajar.
4. A delivery driver pulled up to Idaho Central Credit Union on a particularly windy autumn day, spotting something unusual through the windows. As he peered inside, he saw an old man diligently counting pencils in the lobby. Startled, the delivery driver asked what on earth he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'They keep giving us too many for free, and I’m trying to figure out how to return the surplus!' The driver laughed so hard that he almost forgot his package.