We attended Dodger Stadium conventions for many years - decades, in fact. One of the most tiresome assignments was to serve as an attendant at Dodger Stadium. We were the enforcers of the Society's guidelines on seat saving. Not a fun job folks.
In an open air stadium, seating is a huge issue, as everyone is clamoring for shade when the doors opened. I am not exagerating when I say that it looked like the starting line of the Boston Marathon when we opened the gates in the morning. Parents would send heir children running in with stacks of Watchtowers to throw on rows of seats. Overweight 60 year old men all of the sudden had the speed of Jesse Owens. I never saw such out of shape middle aged men move so quickly and with so much agility. You could hear the ice cubes shaking loudly in their mini-ice chests as they ran through the concrete halls of the stadium. We would often shout "please, no running brothers and sisters". But to no avail. Sometimes, a sister's heel would break off, and she fall down - with all of her books spilling onto the floor. Wheel chairs were used as battering rams.
And then, there was the issue of reserving shaded seating for the elderly and infirm. We attendants had to approach young and healthy appearing people and remind them that those seats were for the elderly and infirm. The usual response was that of anger on their part with a long diatribe as to how they were suffering from some obscure and little known "condition" that had about fifteen syllables in its name.
Ah yes, what a refreshing spiritual banquet that was. I should have just gone to the Billy Graham convention. People rolling onto the floor after being seized by the spirit. And then there are JWs rolling onto the floor when they trip and fall during seat saving. Not much difference.