Groovy Tunes, Saturday
Jono was well and truly awake and ready to face the day by the time he opened up Groovy Tunes, and was actually in a pretty decent mood, besides.
Or, rather, he was until the only thing he could get his stereo to play was spoken word poetry, that sort that was blatantly truthful and powerfully uplifting while stabbing you repeatedly in the emotions with a blunt instrument all at the same time. Which was just fine in small doses, but when he then couldn't get the stereo to turn off again an hour later...
Jonothon wasn't going to let this ruin his mood, dammit. But if anybody came into the shop to catch him with his forehead on the counter, muttering, //Why, why, why?// to himself, he'd thank them to not make a big deal out of it, okay?
[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]
Or, rather, he was until the only thing he could get his stereo to play was spoken word poetry, that sort that was blatantly truthful and powerfully uplifting while stabbing you repeatedly in the emotions with a blunt instrument all at the same time. Which was just fine in small doses, but when he then couldn't get the stereo to turn off again an hour later...
Jonothon wasn't going to let this ruin his mood, dammit. But if anybody came into the shop to catch him with his forehead on the counter, muttering, //Why, why, why?// to himself, he'd thank them to not make a big deal out of it, okay?
[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]