Anyways I glare at Petros a few seconds, take out my order book, and head to the customer, a young perky looking blonde who looks to be around my age, mid twentyish or so.  She's just staring at her menu.

"May I help you?"  I say with a smile.

She looks up at me with a curious expression.  You serve soda water or gasparilla here?  Also I don't see any venison or boar on your menu here?

I look at dumbfounded but almost wanted to burst out laughing.  "VENISON?" "BOAR?" "GASPARILLA?"

The girl kind of scowled at me.  "I don't understand what you think is so funny."

 "I'm so sorry," I stammered,"  but it's just out here in LA you won't find too many resteraunts that serve venison or boar, unless you go to like maybe some health food resteraunt,  and gasparilla isn't that like an old fashioned term for root beer?"

She looked at me real curious like.  "You know I thought we weren't in Arizona Territory and seeing all these fancy horseless carriages and seeing that big manmade bird flying in the sky before I came into the resteraunt I kind of figured I must be somewhere in the future, this can't be 1898.  Where the heck is LA?"

"YOU MEAN YOU'RE FROM THE PAST?"  I whispered excitedly.  "THIS IS THE YEAR 2008 AND LA IS LOS ANGELES IN CALIFORNIA."

The girl's eyes lighted up.  "OMYLORD I'M IN THE FUTURE.  AND CALIFORNI.  I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO TAKE A STAGECOACH OUT THERE.  YOU KNOW ESPECIALLY OUT THERE IN SAN FRANCISO WHERE THEY HAD THAT GOLD RUSH A FEW YEARS BACK.  IT'S SO PRETTY OUT THERE BY THE WATER."

"But if you're from 1888, how do you look so you?  By the way Los Angeles is in Southern California while Frisco is up north and I can understand you not knowing much about LA in 1888 cause it was real small back then.

"No I've heard of Los Angeles, just not LA.  I need to look at myself, you got a mirror girl?"

I took my compact out and gave it to the girl.  She looked at her face real close like.  "Lord I look the spitti image of the day my accident occured."

I sat down