Once, during a poorly timed leap into 1863, I mistook a monocle for my watch. It promptly stopped time—though not quite in the way I imagined.
At the Renaissance Fair, my friend accidentally activated a portal while trying to toast a marshmallow using an Elizabethan rapier. Alas, the realm of 2001 was briefly illuminated by a series of S'more-themed Tweets.
In 317 BC, I discovered that "going viral" meant something entirely different when the philosopher's dog happened upon my time capsule. We were soon joined by a pack of questioning pups.