This didn't happen to me. And sorry to butt in. But it is a story I found from the 1930s that definitely fits into the Transdimensional Gas Station mould. But a different interpretation.
Two men were going to Tipperary town to sell butter at the market. One of the men wanted to light his pipe but found he had no matches. They came to a beautiful house on the roadside and the man went in to ask for matches or to light his pipe.
Three women, dressed like nuns, were sitting round a small fire. He went to the fire and lit his pipe. He spoke but the women did not reply.
He looked around as he stood up and saw a corpse of a man lying on a bed in a room adjoining the kitchen. One of the women said "Is there anyone with you?" The man replied "My Uncle is." "It is well for you" said the woman. On returning from the market they looked for the house into which the man had gone to light his pipe but they only found a moate on the spot. The man's hair had turned white next morning.
It's from folklore collected in Ireland in the 1930s. The implication is that the Good People were involved y'see. Not so much a timeslip as - well, maybe the matches-seeker seeing something he didn't oughta have seen. That it was his perception that allowed him to see something that's always there, but in a different reality.
But they'd sorted out that glitch by the time he returned.
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