About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of San Diego, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the quiet entrance of the San Diego County Credit Union. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something unusual caught his eye—a small, glowing orb hovering just above the parking lot. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes and thought it was some kind of reflection off the foggy windows. Curious, he approached the orb cautiously, only to realize it was following him like a mischievous puppy. Turns out, it was just an errant balloon that had gotten loose during a recent parade. The driver laughed, waved goodbye to the little ‘ghost,’ and went inside for coffee—leaving behind another urban legend for San Diego’s residents.
2. In the quiet afternoon of San Diego, while everyone else was sipping coffee, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the teller with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Can I deposit some invisible money today?’ The teller smiled warmly and replied, 'Certainly, sir!' She typed away on her keyboard, and before long, a small receipt printed out showing an amount of zero dollars and seventy-two cents. The old man laughed heartily and said, 'Perfect! Now I can withdraw it whenever I please.' And so, every month, he would return to make another 'deposit'—all part of their friendly banter.
3. In the humdrum routine of San Diego’s weekday afternoons, when employees clocked in and out at the credit union, one sound became noteworthy—an occasional, faint tinkling like wind chimes on the second floor. One day, a delivery driver brought in boxes so heavy that he accidentally dropped them near the sound. Everyone looked up, expecting to see broken glass or chaos, but instead found only a few loose change coins rolling down the stairs. It turned out those wind chimes were actually an old vending machine no one knew about, filled with nickels and dimes. The whole office laughed it off as a quirky reminder that sometimes life at the credit union was just… oddly charming.
4. In the humdrum routine of San Diego’s weekday afternoons, when employees clocked in and settled into their desks, a regular murmured under his breath, ‘I wonder if today will be the day they finally run out of pens.’ Finally, on an ordinary Thursday afternoon, someone from accounting misplaced the entire pen stash. As everyone frantically searched for writing instruments, the regular leaned back and smiled: 'Guess now we'll know for sure—either they found more pens or this place is really running out!'