Old SF story, similar to "Sliders", involving a group who've been sliding through alternate Earths, and have gotten lost

Question

Spoilers, BTW. The story concerns a group who have been sliding through alternate Earths, and are lost. They're terrified of being identified as some Earths are aware of sliders and don't approve. They visit a bar where they are pegged as spies because they act so cagey. So the patrons grill them: Who is the vice president? Who won the last World Series? They get an answer wrong but the bartender says "It's okay, I know that one," then breaks out his map of alternate Earths and shows them how to get home. May have been anthologized in a classic SF collection.

I read it sometime in the early 1980s, possibly in a SF collection that may have been a Golden Age as compiled by Asimov collection, although that's not definite. Most likely I read it in '81 to '83.

Answer 1

Lost and Found by Michael A. Banks could be a possibility.

Excerpt (copied from archive.org):

"Funny, you having that wrong map,” he said. "Where are you from?”
I shrugged. "Picked it up at a gas station.” Do they call them gas stations here?, I wondered, carefully ignoring the second question.
"During the war,” he said, picking over the words carefully, "they used to say that you could tell a spy because he didn’t know who won last year’s World Series.”
I edged away a bit. "I don’t follow baseball.” Was that what they called it here? I tried to look casual. "I guess that makes me a spy.”
"But you know who the President of the United States is, don’t you?”
They have a United States, I thought. What was this guy getting at, anyway? I said, "Jimmy Carter, of course.” He seemed to relax a little; I relaxed a lot. "And Vice-President?” he asked, leaning toward me.
"Fritz Mondale,” I answered, confidently.
"Who?” he said. "Who the hell’s Mondale?”
That tore it. I’d lost again.
Then he leaned back and said, "Oh, I see now. I know the Mondale one. With that map, I figured you might be hopping. Why didn’t you say so? I got a directory right here. Sounds like you’re about two lines inzonked, unless you hit a Mobius ... or, maybe your field calibration’s off. There’s a guy right up the road can fix it..."

The detail that doesn't match is only one person being lost, instead of a group.