Can I take your order?

His mum bustled back into the kitchen with a stack of dirty plates at least a metre high. She gave Jon a good long look - or, to be more specific, she gave his clothing a good long look. "Very funny mister, and quick too, but maybe Karen suits her waitress outfit better than you." Huh? Jon gawped at himself , sure enough he was decked out in a diners waitress get up. A pink mini-dress, white apron and stockings and white kitten heel shoes. A name tag on his chest read; 'Hi I'm KAREN, how may I serve you?' (Yeah I've been having lurker guilt too. Allow me to try and rectify that - Faye)