I was just minding my own business, sipping my spring water and snacking on some French flies when BOOOOM! Flung my water everywhere and flipped to the window to see the flea market had fallen. Turns out, the collapse was unplanned and the crew was out to lunch. I wonder what that conversation was like when they returned? Probably an, “Uh oh,” and an, “Oops!” Those gentlemen may be in need of some prayer this week.