Write about: neighbours.
I nailed the back of my left arm, just above the elbow, on the sharp corner of the new fridge's door handle this afternoon. I'm hoping I'll still be able to fully extend my arm when I wake up tomorrow morning.
Especially with having to work at Town Hall, covering for the receptionist, from 8:30 to 1:30.
I still have no idea why I'm suddenly getting all these calls after seven months of nothing. Tis the season to be sick, maybe?
Nicholas was sitting in his favorite chair, a plush recliner with enough beer stains to leave its original colour in some doubt, when the doorbell first rang. He hadn't had a chance to move before it rang four more times.
"Hold on! Hold on!" he shouted, fumbling for the lever that would allow his feet to touch the carpeted floor. "I'm coming!"
Despite his pleas - or, perhaps, because of them - the bell rang nearly a dozen more times before he reached the front door. By that point Nicholas was about ready to knock somebody's block off. Preferably whoever it was that was standing on his porch.
"What the... oh." Nicholas cleared his throat, forcing his voice back down to a more conversational level. "Hello, Henry."
"That's Henri, Nickyboy." A cloud of cigarette smoke obscured the neighbours from each other's view before Nicholas waved it furiously away. "You know that. I've told you at least twenty times now. Don't make me tell you again."
"Or what?" Nicholas regretted the challenge the moment after it had escaped his lips.
"Or I'll have your dog shaved bald and my name tattooed on its sides," Henri said, tilting his head to the side and allowing a bored expression to settle on his face.
"That... that won't be necessary..."
"And if that doesn't work," Henri continued after exhaling another cloud of smoke in his neighbour's face, "I'll have your son's name legally changed to mine."
"You can't do that!" Nicholas shouted, his returning anger pushing caution aside. "I'll call the police!"
"Nickyboy," Henri said with a smile that would frighten the Grinch, "you do not want to test me on this."
The two men stared at each other for a long time then. Nicholas was red in the face and breathing hard. Henri was the picture of calm and patience - a terrifying omen to anyone that knew him in the slightest.
"Whatever, Henri," Nicholas said at last. "What did you come over for anyway?"
"Oh, right," Henri said, perking up noticeably. "I was wondering if I could bother you for some sugar?"