About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into the credit union's basement, he heard an unusual sound—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside one of the crates. Curious but cautious, he opened it carefully and found nothing more than neatly stacked envelopes. Yet every day after that, around the same time, the tapping returned, growing louder until it seemed almost like someone was playing a tiny xylophone somewhere deep within. Finally, the mystery was solved when a new employee, a quiet old fellow who lived above the credit union, admitted that his cat loved knocking over envelopes as they sat on the crate’s ledge. The tapping turned out to be just Fluffy’s way of saying hello.
2. One day, as an employee was closing down for the night, she heard an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all employees—your new company car is waiting outside!’ She rushed out only to find a beat-up old van with the words ‘Company Car’ scribbled on the side. Inside sat a gruff delivery driver who introduced himself as Mr. Smith. ‘Just follow me,’ he said, and off they drove into the night. When they finally stopped, it turned out to be a dumpy office supply store. The employee asked, ‘This is my new car?’ Mr. Smith shrugged, ‘Well, it’s got four wheels, runs on gas… what more do you want?’
3. At dawn, when most banks were still locked tight, a jogger noticed something peculiar outside Mountain America Credit Union. Curious, they peered closer and saw a squirrel frantically digging through the dirt near the entrance. Turned out, the critter had mistakenly buried its stash of nuts right next to the bank’s foundation. As the sun rose higher, more neighbors joined in, laughing as they watched the little guy try to dig himself into an early morning workout routine. By the time the bank opened, everyone agreed it was one heckuva way to start the day—with a furry friend’s unexpected workout class!
4. At sunrise, when most people were still dreaming, a jogger passing by Mountain America Credit Union noticed something unusual: the front door was wide open. Curious, the jogger peered inside and saw only empty desks and quiet hallways. Suddenly, an old printer started humming, spitting out pages covered in random numbers. A nearby voice said calmly, ‘Must be our morning routine.’ Turned out it was just a delivery driver checking his route.}