The Tuckerheds Move In

There was a moving truck outside today.
Looks like someone or something was moving in.
The furniture looked more modern that you would anticipate.
I’m not sure how I would sit in any of it.
Then I heard them,
in the hall,
in the elevator,
in the lobby,
outside by the truck,
shouting at each other.
I boldly introduced myself.
They shouted ‘hello’.
They shouted ‘how are you.’
I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.