“Where the fuck is my stuff?” Danny shouted down his mobile. Apparently the company he was moving house with had lost the lorry. They had put trackers on the lorry, but they had been wiped off the map.
“Please, sir, we are doing the best we can.” The woman on the other end pleaded. Danny thought about it for a minute; he rubbed his head with his hand and sighed.
“You know what? I’m going to let you off. I won’t sue. I don’t want any money from you. Just forget about it, okay?” He said slowly, trying to keep his temper down.
“Okay. Thank you and we are very sorry for the incon-”
“Okay, okay. Shut up and goodbye.” He pressed the end call button on his Blackberry and went inside his house. Danny had been standing just outside, looking and hoping for the lorry to come around the corner any minute. “Fucking hell.” He looked around his house quickly. He had no bed, no couch, no fridge, nothing.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing Danny to jump. He muttered more swear words under his breath. He hesitated to open the door; it was probably neighbours welcoming him. Oh joy. He thought he must at least meet them, even if they were incredibly annoying: neighbours always were.
“Hey, neighbour!” Danny already hated them. He looked the man and who Danny presumed was his wife. They were about his age: just getting into their thirties. They were smiling as if they were made of plastic. The sun reflected off the man’s shiny forehead.
“Hello.” Danny nodded his head at them, hiding his annoyance. The two people on his doorstep stopped smiling quite so much.
“I am Joseph and this is my wife, Ollie.” He pointed to himself and the woman next to him. They looked perfect for each other. Neither exceptionally good-looking. Danny suddenly realised what he had just said.
“Sorry, did you say your name is Ollie?” He spoke to the woman, eyebrows raised. He had to restrain himself from laughing when she nodded, beaming.
“So anyway, we were thinking we could have a barbeque for you. You know, welcoming you to the neighbourhood. Everyone on the street would be invited.” Joseph said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen.
Danny opened his mouth to speak but then closed it, thinking. He turned to look at his empty house then turned to look down the street. Not many people lived on that street and he needed food.
“Okay.” He frowned, still thinking, even though he had agreed already.
“Great!” Joseph clapped his hands together and his smile grew again. “We are that house, right there. Come over in about half an hour. You can meet everyone!” They both seemed terribly happy, standing on Danny’s doorstep as Danny nodded and shut the door in their faces.