A drone completes its flight plan by crashing directly into the clearance display outside a market. Chips scatter, the rack folds, and several deeply discounted products achieve immediate airworthiness before returning to the pavement.
Moments later, a woman rolls out on a mobility scooter, surveys the wreckage, and delivers the kind of scoff normally reserved for problems too stupid to deserve paperwork. The drone is down, the snacks are compromised, and local management has not yet established an aviation department.
