About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived early at Louviers Federal Credit Union. As he approached the counter, he noticed something peculiar: every time he smiled warmly at the teller, she would suddenly freeze in mid-sentence. Finally, a young delivery driver walked up and asked what was going on. The teller whispered, 'He has the most adorable smile—freezes us every time!' The old gentleman just chuckled and said, 'Well, I guess I'll keep smiling then.'
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Louviers Federal Credit Union one afternoon with a truckload of fresh flowers. As he unloaded the blooms, he noticed something peculiar—each bouquet seemed to be arranged in alphabetical order by recipient's last name. The delivery driver scratched his head, puzzled but amused. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked out and asked if everything was okay. Turns out, it was just Mr. Louviers himself, who liked keeping things organized even for random acts of kindness. The driver laughed, shook hands with Mr. Louviers, and thought to himself, ‘Now that’s one friendly credit union!’
3. A little boy walked into Louviers Federal Credit Union after school one day. He approached the counter and asked, 'Can I open a savings account?' The teller smiled and nodded, but when she looked down, her eyes widened—there were dollar bills sticking out of the boy’s pockets. The teller quickly counted the money and exclaimed, ‘Wow, you’ve got quite a stash here!’ The boy shrugged nonchalantly and replied, ‘I found it around town.’ As he turned to leave, she called out, ‘Hey, where are you going? Don’t you want an account?’ With a big smile, he said, ‘No thanks, Mom already has one.’
4. A young man entered Louviers Federal Credit Union late one night, carrying a large cardboard box under his arm. The teller looked up curiously as he approached the counter. ‘Good evening,’ said the young man with a mischievous smile. ‘I’d like to make a withdrawal.’ The teller raised an eyebrow but nodded. A few minutes later, she handed him a bag. ‘Have a nice night!’ she called out as he left. The next morning, everyone in town knew that the credit union’s emergency stash was now officially labeled as ‘community donations.’