5 Bizarre Things Only Mailmen Know About Your Neighborhood

Now, it's not our job to determine if the contents of a package are legal or illegal. The biggest thing we look for is leaking packages, powder crusted on things (we regularly get people mailing talcum powder and have to make sure it's not anthrax). But, for example, once upon a time I delivered a shitload of Blu-ray players to the same house. Day in, day out, player after player -- far more Blu-ray players than any human could possibly use. The destination was a big, seemingly vacant house, too. There was never anyone there, and eventually I decided to see just what the hell was going on.

I opened the package. Yeah, that's kinda sketchy too. But at this point, I was pretty sure whatever was going down in this house was even sketchier. Inside the box was a regular Blu-ray/DVD combo. But then I popped it open and -- surprise surprise -- there was a brick of something wrapped in black plastic inside. I never found out what, because prying into that sort of secret is a shortcut to getting shot in the back of the head and dumped in a field.

On a lighter note, did you know people mail live animals? We get a lot of live chickens. And hearing those cluck around in the truck all day is an awful thing. They've been in that box for three days, and they stink exactly as bad as you'd expect a chicken sitting in its own poop for three days to stink. There have been carriers who have gotten the package and the chickens were already dead. And they deliver them anyway, so when the complaint comes in the post office can say, "The carrier successfully completed his duty in delivering the package, whether the contents were usable is not our problem. Next time insure it."

If you're surprised I was able to get away with opening a package, well ...

For example, I was dating a girl on my route, and I noticed she kept getting letters from a man in a penitentiary in Texas. I looked into it, found out she was sending the dude money and, uh, other things. I marked the letters as "received in condition" and blocked her number. No, it wasn't my proudest moment. But let he who hasn't been cuckolded by literal jailbait cast the first stone.

There are carriers that'll use bathrooms and even swimming pools when you're not home. We get to know your schedule, and it's not hard to figure out who does and doesn't lock their doors or windows. If so, I might just use your bathroom, if it's an emergency. Not as a matter of routine, obviously (I'd get fired if I was caught), but there have been two occasions where I was desperate enough to take the risk.

And speaking of ridiculous risks ...

Of course dogs hate mail carriers -- that's a trope as old as milkmen having sex with lonely housewives. But here's a shocking secret about life delivering mail: every type of animal hates our asses. In fact, dogs aren't even the most dangerous critter I face on a daily basis. That award goes to the turkey.

See, we all carry dog spray, mace specifically designed for dogs. We're trained to get down on one knee, throw the bag in front of us and spray for the nose and eyes -- it hits them like it'd hit a human, and they will automatically start rolling on the ground. So yeah, dogs are scary (around 6,000 mail carriers per year get attacked by them), but we do have a way to fight back. Turkeys are another story.

I worked in a suburb with wild turkeys, which are more common than you'd think in New Jersey. And for whatever reason, turkeys hate anything in a uniform. I was warned going onto this route: "There are giant birds out there." But I didn't take it seriously at first. Turkeys are delicious, but they sure as hell aren't dangerous, right? If so, wouldn't there be at least one legit horror movie about them? That's what I thought right up until I was mauled by one.

It just rushed me and cut up my legs pretty badly with its clawed feet. My dog mace was fucking useless. I found out not long after that our pepper spray is made out of capsicum, which is food for birds. Spraying them with mace is about as threatening as splashing them with gravy -- in fact, gravy might even be more menacing to a turkey, come to think of it. But like the avian T-1000, they're immune to all of our conventional weaponry.

Every now and then though, one of them will trip and fall or pass out behind the wheel of his truck. When that happens, someone like me has to pick up the slack. I'll get a call like, "A guy fell down the stairs and you need to finish his route," or some similar bit of code for, "Bill is piss-drunk and can't tell a mailbox from a storm drain right now."

It's not hard to find evidence of the problem. A few seconds of Googling should be enough:

So yes, the American postal system is an incredible achievement that helps keep us all connected for a ludicrously low cost. Just make sure to lock up your dogs and turkeys and tip your carrier, or he might end up drunk and pooping in your bathroom while you're at work.

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