Nightly Time Travel Thread

No bullshit, GLP!

I was drinking shirley temples at a bar. The guy two stools down is chasing drinks and hitting on the barmaid.

Hey baby, you wanna come back to my time machine and get frisky?

She puts up with it in order to keep selling alcohol, but turns around and asks me if I want a free refill.

The guy gets steaming jealous, "She's my girl!"

She tells him to pipe down with the other customers or she'll cut him off.

He pipes down and mutters under his breath, "Chicks were a lot cooler in 1985." Storms off sideways in that drunk man's walk, reverses and heads to the door, remembers to pay the tab, stumbles back, throws a bunch of crinkled up bills and a hand full of useless change all over the counter, looks back at the barmaid as he heads to the door and bangs his head on the door not anticipating having reached it yet, hurls a few savory insults at the door and proceeds into the parking lot to throw up.

The barmaid says, "Thank Christ he finally left," as she scoops up the bills and opens the register. I bent over to retrieve all the change that landed on the ground and noticed how old the coins were; not a couple, but all of them over 60, sometimes 70 years old or more.

I followed the guy back to his homeless scenario, hanging back a bit so as not to be noticed. Under a bridge lined with tents and makeshift "homes", up an embankment, through a gap in a chain link fence and along a train track where he passed out in some bushes littered with dog food bags, blankets and socks, a pitbull tied to a bicycle with one wheel on 10 feet of rope with a shoelace for a collar. The pit rolled on its back and put its belly in the air signalling me it wanted petting. There was no water and I resolved to head back to Jack in the Box to fetch water for the passed out drunk's thirsty Pit Bull roped to that useless bicycle next to running trains for god only knows how long.

As a train approached, I took cover next to the fenceline and the pit bull curled up next to me. After the train passed, I noticed the pit bull had a big receipt in it's mouth, proudly wagging and making sounds like it wanted to play and I said give me that and he released the receipt like a good boy. It was a grocery receipt from Alpha Beta, an old grocery chain with a date of 1981 and listed the dog food bags strewn on the ground: "Chuck Wagon".

I headed to Jack in the Box and got a sourdough jack and a large water for the dog and headed back but in the 20 minutes it took me to walk there, order, head back and down the burger, everything had disappeared from the drunk guy to the dog, the bicycle and the old dog food bags. I wandered up and down the fence line looking for any sign but no luck. Finally, another train came, illuminating the place and it was obvious that it had disappeared like it had never been there.

I felt exhausted all of the sudden from the combination of just having eaten that burger, the blood going to my stomach, the confusion and fear of how everything went missing and the alarm I felt every time a train passed by and I had to take cover up against the fence.

I resolved to sit down right there and lean back against the fence and passed out from post adrenaline come down combined with low blood pressure in the head from digesting that burger.

When the next train came by, it woke me with a start and I opened my eyes and the pit bull was staring me right in the face. I still had the water I got for him and put it to his mouth and he began lapping it up.

"He likes you," I looked up and the same drunk as before was there but he looked like he had gotten cleaned up at the Ritz or something -- made no sense -- he was a smelly old drunk just a short while earlier.

The guy said, come on, I got something to show you...sorry about last time...I got some bad news and tried hard to bury it in a bottle...I'm a mean drunk when I drink but I'm not bad when I'm clean...come on and he gave the dog a tug on the line and wandered down the fenceline to a big electrical box, which I assumed had something to do with the train signalling lights or something...I don't know...something official for the city or whatever.

He opens the door to the electrical thing and signals me to follow him and him and the dog disappear inside the box and I went after him looking to see what was going on.

I grabbed my cell phone and turned on the flashlight and noticed inside the box, steps led down and followed them down until I was underground, in a tunnel under the tracks.

I followed him further and I could hear another train above us get more distant sounding as the tunnel began to get deeper and deeper in the earth.

Finally, we got to a bunch of weird humming electrical lines next to what looked like an opening to a sewer tunnel and a door that said "High voltage".

The guy pushes open the door and says, after you. The dog looked at me trustingly and against my better judgment I walked into this obviously dangerous room with high voltage and as soon as I did, he slammed the door shut behind me.

My cell phone battery was getting low and the light turned off. I heard a hum get louder and louder until a flash went off and the sound disappeared.

I felt my way back to the door, opened it from the inside and went back in the tunnel. The guy and the dog were gone. I found my way back up to above ground and everything was different. I walked around town and shit was totally bizzarre. I found a news stand and looked at the paper. It was 1972.

That's when it hit me! That guy just sent me back in time. What a trip! What am I gonna do now?