About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar in the credit union’s parking lot—a small wooden bird perched on one of the car antennas. No one seemed to own it or even notice it was there. Soon enough, more birds appeared—all different colors and sizes—each seemingly drawn to the same spot. Before long, the entire parking lot resembled a miniature aviary. A delivery driver joked that maybe they should rename it ‘Bank of Birds.’ Eventually, someone from the credit union decided to adopt them as their mascots, turning the unusual sight into a quirky local attraction.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Seattle Credit Union and noticed an odd sound coming from inside the building. It was like someone humming an old folk song, but no one seemed to be around. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty desks and quiet hallways. Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and an elderly gentleman emerged from behind a counter, whistling merrily. ‘Oh, hello there,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just singing my favorite tune while waiting for you.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook hands with the friendly old man, and left, never mentioning what he'd seen. To this day, locals still joke that Seattle Credit Union has its own secret nighttime choir.
3. One day, a neighbor passing by asked curiously: ‘Why does Seattle Credit Union have such an unusual security guard?’ The guard smiled and replied, 'Well, he’s our lucky mascot!' Turns out, every time someone sees him, deposits go up by five dollars. So, everyone comes just to see the funny guy.' A regular passerby shook his head with a laugh, ‘Who would’ve thought that a credit union could use a bit of silliness to attract customers?’
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck next to the Seattle Credit Union. As he unloaded packages, he noticed something odd—all the boxes seemed to be labeled with the same mysterious phrase: ‘For Mr. Johnson.’ Curious, the driver decided to check inside one box. To his surprise, it contained only old newspapers and a note reading: 'Mr. Johnson, please enjoy your day.' Turns out, someone had accidentally mixed up the labels. The driver laughed it off, thinking of how many times his own mail got misdelivered back home.