On most market days, you can find me sitting with Rose at the entrance of the market selling bread. On this particular market day, this guy got really drunk and passed out while riding his bike into the market. He laid there for about an hour before his brother came to take him home (after a little beating). It was quite a funny scene, but what was more funny was the number of people who just walked up to her table to buy bread and never even noticed the guy. They just walked around him.