Dear TimeTraveler, we're glad you found this page, but please don't actually use it. Our lawyers are still on the line for all the times we've had to pay off the space-time continuum's bail bond for our previous users' mishaps.
You asked, and we delivered. Here are some cautionary tales from the depths of the minimalist chic era, when polyester was king and the Bee Gees' music was the only thing that could get you lost in the sauce.
Want more stories?
Read the first tale: "The TimeTraveler Who Got Lost in a Studio 54 Lineup" Read the second tale: "The DiscoDisaster That Wasn't: A Story of a TimeTraveler Who Managed Not to Get Caught in a Polyester Pants Fire" Read the third tale: "The DiscoDisaster That Wasn't: Another Story of a TimeTraveler Who Managed Not to Get Caught in a Polyester Pants Fire"