Building 1345 - Ent FCU

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Building 1345 with a truckload of snacks for the employees. As he unloaded bags of chips and boxes of cookies, he noticed something strange: every time he reached for a bag, it seemed heavier than before. Finally, curious as to why his bags felt so heavy, he looked inside one—and found nothing but air! Turns out, someone had accidentally switched the labels on two boxes. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing that sometimes life can be just as lighthearted as a box of empty snacks.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Building 1345 with a truckload of office supplies. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed an odd message scrawled on the wall in marker: ‘Take one stapler, leave one dream.’ Curious employees began leaving tiny notes and even small gifts in return. Soon enough, someone left a single stapler next to a note that read, 'Wish you had more dreams than staplers!' The whole place buzzed with goodwill until, weeks later, a new employee arrived carrying only a stapler. Everyone burst out laughing when she sheepishly explained, 'I thought it was a test.'

3. One night, a neighbor passing by Building 1345 noticed something odd: every time someone entered the credit union after midnight, their phone mysteriously started playing ‘Happy Birthday.’ Curious, the neighbor decided to investigate and found nothing unusual inside. But whenever he walked past late at night, his own phone would suddenly sing 'Happy Birthday' too! It turned out that one of the employees had accidentally programmed the credit union’s security system to celebrate everyone's birthday—every day.

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Building 1345 with a truckload of coffee machines. As he unloaded them, he kept hearing faint laughter coming from inside the empty vault. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only dusty shelves and old posters. Just as he turned away, something caught his eye—a tiny sign reading ‘Employees Only’ on the vault door. Smiling to himself, he thought, ‘Who needs employees when you’ve got a talking vault?’