"Well? What did you do?" Jon asked.
"Take a guess, it's only a minor change," was all that Karyn said.
Jon looked himself over, but couldn't for the life of him find anything unusual.
"I give up Karyn, are you sure you made the wish correctly? Nothing happened."
"You mean you don't notice anything odd about your outfit?"
"What? No, this is the same thing I've been wearing all day," Jon said as he gestured to his orange short shorts, nylon encased legs, white tennis shoes with socks, and a tight tank top with "Hooters" across the front. "Now, I don't have all day to play games, Karyn. I have to get to work in a few minutes."
"What? What work, Jon? You don't have a job."
"Right, very funny. You better not have wished my job away."
"No, of course not, Jon. What job are you talking about."
"Do I need to spell it out for you?" Jon said pointing at his chest. Before Karyn could say anything, he was already headed out the door.
