“Certified organic milk straight from the farm” delivered right to your door…by a hottie (the one on the right) – or 2?!?!
…Even before crossing the East River, they’re getting an earful of milkman jokes.
“Our friends ask us, do housewives hit on us?” said Marone, 34, who drives their refrigerated truck during once-weekly Wednesday Manhattan milk runs. “We’re hotter than the gardener in ‘Desperate Housewives,’” he joked.
The business has drawn a small but loyal cadre of about 50 customers since its launch a year and a half ago. Despite the recession, they pay $4.99 a quart for organic milk from grass-fed cows on Amish farms in Pennsylvania.
Organic milk is trendy, but almost every supermarket carries it. Nostalgia – brought on by the clink of the milk bottles right outside the door – is proving to be a stronger selling point.
“When I was little, I used to have milk delivered this way,” said lower East Sider and Manhattan Milk customer Gloria Walker.
There’s no hanky-panky with customers, though in Manhattan Milk’s early days, some woke up early to check out the duo…
And by athletic I mean the 3-legged race, sack jumping, baton passing, etc…where your team would receive 1st, 2nd & 3rd prize ribbons? Well, I did and I remember the parents being way more competitive about these pseudo-competitions more than us kids. Damn those show-moms!
Anywho, there was always one parent in each team’s crew that would be obsessed over “Team Tees!” (as if having our own made-up crew name on a Hane’s T would give us special powers to swoop up all the 1st place awards…nevah worked show-moms!). These team tees had to be specially ordered at some cult-craft store that catered to the ubiquitous maternal arts & crafts devotee.
The issue was: these custom T’s were not cheap! And the more felt letters ironed onto the Hane’s T, the more dollar signs added onto the final price. My mom was not elated with this idea, since the shirts were only going to be used for a max of 2 hours.
MOM: “Why can’t you just use a magic marker instead?”
ME: “Because I don’t feel like having my crew mates think I’m a loser, thanks.”
She ultimately gave in and I got my personalized “Team Tee’. Yay.
How great is this idea?!?!
Guess moving across the street will help them forget about their past lives over here in singledom world? Who knows. But what I don’t know is why she is the FOURTH chick who has moved out of the same apt.
Yup, no lie. The Fourth. Over the course of 6 years (the first 3 yrs. I lived w. EX-EX), four different chicks have lived across the hall from me. All four moved in single and all four have moved out…engaged.
WTF is going on in that apt? Maybe it’s the view of the brick wall in the back that emanates some magical romantic aura?
Or maybe it’s just…me?
Ok, don’t answer that.
Says Brooke, “Julia Child, like us suburban girls, knew that food is a better aphrodisiac for long-term marriages than Manolos.“
On Midtown Girl’s Menu: Rioja Braised Short Ribs, Rosemary Gremolata, Mascarpone Cheese Polenta & Sauteed Swiss Chard.
Yes, I can & have really made this. Psh-Shhaw!
Happy Friday dahling’s,
P.S. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO DROLLGIRL - hope your b-day was filled with fun, laughter & good times!
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