About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual on the credit union’s parking lot: an old, dusty ukulele propped against the wall. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside with just one word scribbled on it—‘Play Me’. He strummed a few chords, and suddenly from around the corner came a voice: ‘That sounds terrible!’ A grumpy old neighbor appeared, muttering, ‘You’ll never make it as a musician.’ The driver smiled and replied, ‘I’m not trying to be a musician, sir, I’m just following a mysterious ukulele note.’
2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near Cyprus Credit Union and walked into the building. As he approached his vehicle later, he noticed an old coin collection lying neatly in the backseat of another car. Who left it there? And why? Curious about the mysterious coins, the delivery driver decided to keep them as a nice surprise for someone. Later that evening, he popped by the Cyprus Credit Union again—only to discover that the same neat coin collection had appeared in his own car’s backseat. With a smile, he realized: maybe it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster having fun with him.
3. One day after school, little Sarah walked past Cyprus Credit Union and saw something odd: a small bird kept flying in circles around the entrance. Curious, she followed it inside and found no one there but an old janitor who was mopping the floor. ‘That bird’s been doing that for weeks,’ he said with a smile. Little Sarah laughed and asked if he knew why. He winked and replied, “Probably just loves our cozy atmosphere!”
4. On a chilly autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cyprus Credit Union. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—a small bird had somehow become trapped inside one of the glass doors. The delivery driver gently opened the door and freed the little fellow, who promptly flew off into the crisp air. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached, shaking his head with a smile. ‘That’s the third bird this week,’ he chuckled. ‘Must be something in the coffee they serve here.’