In the crowded corridors at the district convention, there was a purse snatcher. I was in the right place at the right time to catch it all.
This guy grabbed this sister's purse and made off with it. She screamed and several brothers were in purseuit. This guy was really fast, and the bros' chasing hime were old, fat, and lame as a result of only being able to walk very slowly from door to door.
As the bros' were chasing this guy, he fell over a contribution box. The bros' gained on him as he scampered to his feet and he again got under way. He bolted to the left, down an aisle and fell over another contribution box. The bros' caught up a bit as this guy got back up and began to run.
He turned right down a corridor and fell over another contribution box, got up and fell over another one right beside the first one. The brothers got close enough to grab his shirt, but he slithered out of their grasp and made off down the stairs.
He was halfway down the stairs when he fell over another contribution box and, oh that's gotta hurt, he tumbled all the way down the rest of his fall.
Fortunately for him, there was a dozen contibution boxes at the bottom that broke his fall and he survived the ordeal. He would have gotten away at this point, but as he tried to open the door, he found that it was blocked by contribution boxes.
The sister got her purse back, but in the ordeal, apparently, her wallet opened up and spilled into one of the contribution boxes and she had no money left for lunch.
So, I bought her lunch for her.