I used to have a boss, many years ago, called Glyn who was, frankly, almost entirely devoid of any form of imagination and certainly had not a lot of intelligence.
One day, a girl who knew him well and who had been with the firm for a couple of decades mentoined that he had had a weird experience. When I asked him about it, he was very angry that I knew and made it clear never to repeat it or I'd lose my job.
What happened was this...
He was driving his Volvo up from Piccadilly up Regent Street in London, the buldings that house the stores there, having been there for over 200 years. It is a major street and shopping centre in central London.
Suddenly, his car bounced up and down as the entire road surface had disappeared and been replaced by an unmade-up road... and the sky changed totally.
All around him, all the cars and motorised vehicles had disappeared and been replaced by horses and horse-drawn carts and carriages.
All the lamposts and road signs had disappeared and all "big box" stores had been replaced with small, mom-and-pop type of non-chain stores.
All the people were in 18th Century costume and several of them spotted him and turned in disbelief to look at he and his car.
Petrified, he slammed the car into reverse and powered backwards. Suddenly, the sky changed back and he only just managed to top in time from driving back into the front of a car behind him who frantically hooted his horn angrily.
Anonyrnous Coward
Canada
