Unfiltered Story #18510

(It was an ordinary summer day. I had just came back home about ten to fifteen minutes before this happened from doing something that is not related to this story. I sat down and started having some late lunch. Halfway through, the mailman came by. Normally, the mailman would just drop off the mail and then, leave of course. But today, the mailman hang around. So I put down my eating utensils to see what he was doing, especially since my dog was barking up a storm.)

Me: Hello.

Mailman: Hey.

He puts our mail into our mail box and after doing so, I noticed that he was rubbing the back of his head.

Mailman: Do you mind feeling the back of my head? I got stung by a bee back there and it’s giving me a headache.

Me: *Wanting to help* Sure.

I started sort of massaging the area that he indicated. There weren’t any swelling or anything to indicate a bee sting.

Me: Nah, it seems okay.

Mailman: Oh well, thanks.

Me: Hope you feel better.

He makes to leave my house premises, but considering the heat and the fact that he was a mailman, I got an idea. I also remembered that he had a headache from the sting.

Me: Hey wait, do you want some water? A water bottle maybe?

Mailman: Sure.

I take the mail from the mailbox, went back inside, put the mail down, and then got a water bottle from my family’s massive water bottle supply. I went back and handed him the water.

Mailman: Thank you.

He starts walking off.

Me: Good luck out there!

(He waves back at me with his water bottle in hand. I knew the water bottle wasn’t much, but I thought maybe it would help a little. Mailman, where ever you are, I hope that bee sting heals up and that you will feel better.)