When I was a kid I washed dishes at an Italian restaurant. One night two masked gunmen came in the back door and held up the place.They pistol whipped a waiter and had the rest of us, maybe thirty people, lined up facing the wall.
They had everyone empty their pockets and take off their jewelry.
Three times the gunman asked for a bag. Each time I answered,"there's one in the kitchen". He finally heard me and,grabbing my collar, led me into the kitchen in search of a bag.
When we returned with a paper sack I was instructed to put everything in said sack. I filled that sucker to the top, but I did manage to leave a few items tossed underneath tables, like my wallet.
I took my position against the wall with my fellow crime victims and the robbers made their exit.
The last thing he said,as he stood in the doorway across the room pointing a gun directly at me,was, "You! Get down on the floor. You move too fast".