Mail carriers are issued dog repellent, a little spray can of cayenne pepper concentrate, and that is kept in the mail trucks. In theory the spray is to be carried by the carrier to the door during mail deliveries. I've always considered the stuff to be the most asinine and useless addition to a postman's uniform, but shrugged it off as a means to satisfy idiots.
Today I'm at a cluster mail box. It's wet outside from a heavy downpour, and I see this orange liquid on one of the doors around the drop slot. I figure it's a combination of water and rust. I proceed to open the door. I sniff my hand just to be sure. Can't smell anything, but I'm stuffed up from a cold so that's no surprise. Then the burning sets in. My lower face is on fire (specifically my cheeks and the area above my lip). I walk over to the side mirror. Nothing peeling off. The pain though. The mediocre but still it's there pain. Then it occurs to me.
This particular box has an on-again-off-again colony of wasps. I open the door, they fly out, I knock the nest down and smash it with my foot. Fairly routine, and these particular paper wasps never so much as land on me so I ignore them for the most part besides discouraging them from the idea of building in the box. Well the ding-dong from yesterday decided to take the dog repellent and go medieval on the mailbox. I figured it was one of the residents, so I drove back to the office.
Well, the carrier from the day prior had been looking at me from the corner of his case. On the way back into the office, he asks me what's up. I tell him that a resident had sprayed mace all over the mailbox to get at the wasps. He tells me it was him and that it was the dog repellent. He's not the brightest tool in the shed. I tell him that if he's that worried about getting stung, just bring the mail back next time and inform the supervisor of a hazard. However, under no circumstance is he to mace the collection box. He insists he's in the right and that he's killed off the wasps (not true on both accounts since the wasps just moved into the next collection box over). Since he was going to be thick-headed about the whole thing, I just walked away at that point.
I get the dog repellent out of the truck and give it to the supervisor and explain the situation. Already I'm imagining people slipping letters into the box and getting this crap on their hand.
AND WHO THE FUCK USES PEPPER SPRAY ON WASPS?