Mitch stood rubbing his sore arm and waited for the final act's finish. Karrisa soon stepped out her musical mind awhirl with the pompt and panorama.
"Oh Mitch it was so great, I'm sorry that you just can't get into opera. I'm hungry let's find a small place and have a bite or something."
The crowd was now pouring out the six front doors of the theater. Mitch flagged a cab for Karrisa and himself. Just as they were to enter a large Polish man dressed in a pin striped suit stepped up and pushed Mitch out of his way.
"Bastard, that's my cab, yelled Mitch!"
"No buddy this is my cab, you can get another, said the deep voiced man."
Mitch held the door open so the cab driver would not move. "This is still our cab!"
The Polish man looked out of the cab at Mitch. "Hey stupid, if you make me come out there and bust your head, and you two will still be sorry looking asses in the morning!"
Mitch felt a funny feeling as he closed the cab door and saw the bronze medallion in the hand of the man. As the cab drove away Karrisa said, well dumbass you sure told him!" Karrisa put her hand up and a cab pulled over.