Behind the counter, there is a newspaper. Behind the newspaper, there is a
Guy With Tools. For once, he's not hiding behind it because Fandom Weirdness
TM or Twinkie-Kahluas made him do something embarrassing this weekend that he doesn't want to remember.
It's more the fact that there's a song stuck in his head, which is currently issuing forth from behind the newspaper at random intervals whenever he stops concentrating on
not singing, humming, or whistling
I've Got A Brand New Pair of Rollerskates, You've Got A Brand New Key, and he'd rather put off the mocking if he can help it.
[OOC: Bunnies, tenants, tumbleweeds, stone angels, whatever. Except for no stone angels.]