Yeah, I went there. I'm edgy like that.
The reason for my non sequitur, you ask? Well, it's because I'm pretty sure I've discovered actual, honest to god proof that time travel exists. Or at least that it's possible for pockets of one time to crop up in another.
It's kind of like that British show "Goodnight Sweetheart" about the guy who discovers a portal to WWII era London in an alleyway so he opens up a second hand shop right near it, thus providing the audience with charming wartime stories and his store with exceptionally cheap good quality antiques. But the portal I've discovered isn't being used by a delightful cockney man, nor is it helping anyone sell 1940's era coins.
No, the portal I've found ... and got photographic proof of ... is in the Ralph Lauren in Sydney.
Yeah, I know, it's a pretty big claim. I'm sure many of you are out there scoffing right now, thinking to yourselves "Oh Kellie, you silly person you! Even if time travel did exist, why on earth would it be in the Ralph Lauren store?" To that question, dear readers, I have no answer. All I can do is present my evidence.
The distinctive colours, patterns, and styles of the items on display are clearly not from this time period. In fact, I'm almost certain that I remember seeing Carlton from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air wearing something similar in EVERY SINGLE EPISODE!!!
As it's rather unlikely that Ralph Lauren would allow such monstrosities to appear in their displays unless there was some sort of space/time phenomenon, the natural conclusion is that a pocket of time from the late eighties has spontaneously appeared in the middle of their store.
Hopefully this isn't some sort of portent about the end of the world ... I always said I thought the whole Maya calendar bro-ha-ha was a crock and it'd be really embarrassing if it turned out to be right. But if it is, and this turns out to be the beginning of the end, I just want you all to know that I love and value each and every one of you.
No, don't look at me, I don't want you to see me cry...