Here's how the conversation went:

Carpenter: Tell Tim to come home quick! The roof is going to fall!
Me: Is there anything we can do to prevent it?
Carpenter: No.
Me: Well then go ahead and do whatever you're going to go.
Carpenter: Yeah, but Tim needs to see it first. Otherwise he's going to have a heart attack.

As it turned out, the roof was not falling. Only the ceiling. Thank goodness. Nonetheless, it's a mess around here.

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