Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 601

The UPS Delivery Man

This is possibly the most Desperate Housewife-y blog post I will ever write 🙂

This week I’ve been taking delivery at home of several items for a TV slot on WBAL-TV on Sunday to promote Earth Day (22 April fyi) in my ‘lifestyle expert’ guise. (I did not initiate usage of this title, by the way, it was thrust upon me!)

Anyway, he’s been dropping packages off to me all week, and he is, I do declare, the hottest UPS delivery man I’ve ever set eyes on. My gay chum who lives up the road from me said  yes, ‘I know of whom I speak’ when I asked if he’d come across him with his deliveries.

UPS

UPS

Anyway, he’s very friendly and charming, and, as I mentioned, super hot.

So, I got talking to my British friend Georgina last night, about this super hot UPS delivery guy and she told me that she had a UPS delivery guy where she lives near DC who just happens to be from St Albans in the UK.  She didn’t find this out until they actually spoke to one another after a few deliveries had been made and when they realised they were both British, she ‘invited him in for a biscuit’, which, as many Brits know, is just a British thing to do with a cuppa and nothing else! And they had a good old British natter over a cuppa and a biscuit. And, importantly, the biscuit was a Digestive, but next time, she advises, she’s going to get out the HobNobs 🙂

The classy HobNob

The classy HobNob

Sadly I don’t think I’ll be inviting my UPS man in for a biscuit. He might think I’m offering him something with gravy or grits, such is the American confusion over the word biscuit. And I suspect if I asked him in for a HobNob he’d probably drop his package on the floor…….

And that is the end of the tale of the super hot UPS man in UK Desperate Housewife USA world because I am expecting no more deliveries.

Although, it’s just dawned on me……can’t you arrange pick ups from your home with UPS?! Hoorah, maybe I’ll have a chance to get out my HobNobs after all! 😉

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8 Responses to Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 601

  1. Andy says:

    I’m sure he would be more than pleased to share his hobnob with you. I may have read the same story in a Penthouse letter a long time ago. 😉

  2. EmmaK says:

    I can’t imagine a UPS man ever coming into your house for tea and whatnot because they have to deliver so fast they have the doors open even in winter to accelerate delivery. But I’m sure you’ll rise to the challenge. Just wave your hobnobs and see if he bites!

  3. Rebecca says:

    Does ‘hob-nobbing’ also mean to sort of network or mingle (e.g. ‘hob-nobbing with the guests) in the UK the way it does (or used to) here in the US?

  4. Rebecca says:

    BTW congrats on your 600th post! Rather impressive.

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