About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Saturday morning when State Employees Credit Union opened its doors. A regular customer, Mr. Jenkins, arrived early with his coffee thermos and a stack of old newspapers. As he walked through the empty lobby, he noticed something peculiar: the ceiling fan seemed to be spinning in reverse. Curious, Mr. Jenkins approached the fan, gently touching it to confirm his suspicion—it felt perfectly normal. Just as he turned around, the doorbell chimed, startling him. It was only a delivery driver bringing new brochures. With a smile, Mr. Jenkins said, 'I guess today’s credit union is blowing hot air!'
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the credit union one afternoon and exclaimed, 'I thought you guys only handled money!' The teller smiled and replied, ‘We handle more than just money, sir. We also handle your peace of mind.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, shook it off, and walked away muttering something about confusing credit unions with cash-only stores. A few minutes later, a neighbor popped in and asked if they could recommend a good restaurant nearby. ‘Absolutely,’ said the same teller, pointing towards the door. ‘It’s right across the street—just follow that sign reading “Best Burgers in Town.”’
3. A curious neighbor stopped by one day and asked, ‘Why does the State Employees Credit Union have such strange hours?’ The teller smiled and replied, 'Well, sir, our hours are a little unusual because we're open only when state employees get their paychecks.' The neighbor nodded knowingly and said, 'Ah, I see—like clockwork then!' And with that, he walked away whistling, leaving behind a credit union that continued its quirky but efficient routine.
4. It was a rare Sunday morning when the doors of State Employees Credit Union unexpectedly flew open, revealing rows upon rows of neatly arranged umbrellas instead of teller desks. Curious locals soon flocked inside, trying out different umbrellas and laughing as they tried to figure out what had happened. A delivery driver even offered to exchange his soggy lunch for one of the colorful parasols. By afternoon, the credit union’s director sheepishly explained that it was just an elaborate April Fool’s prank gone slightly awry. The umbrellas were donated to a nearby park, where they now shelter happy picnickers.