Navy Federal Credit Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, after hours, an employee heard a strange humming coming from the basement vault. Curious, she followed the sound and found herself face-to-face with a small, grinning piggy bank that kept repeating ‘Open me!’ Smiling back, the piggy bank whispered, 'Just open my door, and you'll see!' The employee, amused but cautious, opened it—only to discover a pile of dollar bills neatly arranged inside. From then on, whenever things got slow, people would joke that the little piggy bank was making deposits for good luck.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Navy Federal Credit Union’s loading dock. As he approached the door, he swore he saw a faint glow inside—nothing more than a soft, greenish light flickering in the dark hallway. Curious, he peered through the window and thought he saw an old man wearing a fedora, humming softly to himself while counting stacks of coins. The delivery driver shook his head and shrugged it off as his imagination playing tricks on him. But when he opened the back of his truck, he found that someone had neatly stacked his own packages into perfect rows—just like the ones he’d delivered earlier that day. Smiling, he drove away, wondering if maybe Navy Federal had a secret night shift employee who was also a bit of a neat freak.

3. Late one night, as a security guard patrolled the parking lot, he noticed something odd: a mysterious sign taped to the credit union’s door read, ‘Bank Closed. Please deposit your money in a pillowcase.’ Curious, the guard decided not to report it and went inside instead. To his surprise, everyone was laughing—someone had accidentally posted an internal memo on the wrong door. The next day, the sign read: ‘Deposit slip required.’

4. Late one night, as a security guard walked through the empty lobby, he caught a whiff of fresh-baked cookies that seemed to be coming from inside the vault. Curious, he followed his nose deeper into the vault and found an old safe with a tiny slot. Peering in, he saw rows upon rows of wrapped packages labeled ‘Cookies for Employees Only.’ Turning around, he noticed a note on the door: ‘Freebies for good days—enjoy responsibly!’