Plot Complication #1

' '  ' Jon, not knowing what else to do, tucked the rock into the big pocket in his waitress' aprin and strode out the swinging doors into the main dining area. Apparently his mother had converted thier house into some sort of small resturaunt. He... she emerged behind a main counter than ran most of the length of what used to be the living room. There was a smattering of customers in the place. Many of which had an impatient look upon thier faces. ' ' '  A patron at one of the far tables beconed to him, so not knowing anything about food service he ran to them first. They needed a refill of coffee and Jon abliged them the best she could. Soon she was swarmed with work and several hours passed before she realized it. Unfortunately she had no idea how to be a waitress and did not make any tips that morning. ' ' '  After the morning rush passed, Jon was alone behind the counter, and the place was empty when Karen entered the house/resturaunt's front entrance. ' ' '  Karen had an astonished look across her face as she looked around the transformed house. She walked up to the counter and sat down. ' ' '  "Oh, Karen, thank god you're here." Jon sighed. ' ' '  "Oh, Hi Shelly, I'm not having anything today, I'm just here to see Jon." ' ' '  "Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but--" ' ' '  Just then Jon got the shock of her life as she saw her former body stroll out of the swinging doors into the resturaunt. ' ' '  "Oh... my... god...." ' ' '  "Hi Karen! Hey Shelly, what's up?!" ' ' '  "Oh, not much Jon, let's go up to your room and talk..." ' ' '  Karen escourted the fake Jon back upstairs as 'Shelly' stared dumbfounded. ' ' '  (Don't blame me, I tried to re-kindle a story line a couple of weeks ago. I love the branches :)