When I got home last night there was a case of beer outside the front door. I couldn't see anyone around. Was the beer a gift to the people in this house? Perhaps I will just take one bottle -- it is best not to be greedy, I thought. But then given that I had 6 cans of beer in my rucksack, I didn't really need any more beer. So I walked in to the building. As I pressed the button for the lift, a guy came in carrying the case of beer. He had the build of a man who likes beer, but he was hard enough to break a beer thief's nose. Lucky escape!