My First Chick Fight In Germany

It started out like any other day here.  I chose the nicest of my 6 outfits to go to the American Women's Club 40th Anniversary celebration.  The mayor (Burgermeister) of Oberursel would be in attendance. I know, just like in the Christmas cartoon.  I couldn't believe there really is a Burgermeister Meister Burger.  I didn't personally get to meet him to talk to him about the whole "no toys" thing but I'm sure we'll meet up again, and I'll see where he stands on the issue.  The venue for the event was beautifully set up and we gladly checked our coats in at the front before proceeding on to the stage to practice our skit.  That's a whole different story about how 2 weeks after being here I'm on stage taking part in a skit in front of a bunch of people I don't even know.  Anyway, the event was over at 12:00 but Carrie and I were there late talking so it was after 1:00 before we went to get our coats.  The problem arose when Carrie couldn't find her little plastic number tab they give you when you go to check your coat in.  We searched everywhere, went through her purse twice, looked on stage until we finally told the coat check lady that Carrie had lost her number.  The coat check lady didn't speak English so we had another woman there helping to translate.  We'll call the coat check lady Olga for now.  Olga tells Carrie that she must go find the number.  Carrie tells her that we looked everywhere and it's lost.  I tell Carrie that I only know 7 German words but I'm pretty sure that the signs says that if you lose your number then you have to pay 2.50 euro.  Carrie tells Olga she will give her 2.50 euro but the lady says no she must go find her little plastic number.  Carrie says "No, I've looked and I can't find it so I'll just pay the 2.50 euro."  Olga tells her that she will have to wait until everyone has left the building and then Olga will search the building for the plastic number.  Meanwhile there are only 6 coats left hanging in the whole place anyway.  By now there are about 5 people watching this whole brawl take place so being a true friend I hold Carrie's purse while she walks behind the counter to get her coat herself.  That's when my first german chick fight began.  Olga came at Carrie yelling who knows what but she definitely didn't like Carrie on her "coat rack" turf.  Carrie tells her that she'll get the coat herself.  Olga calls the manager of the venue.  The manager and security come.  Women are everywhere trying to get Carrie's purple raincoat which really wouldn't have fit Olga so I'm not sure why she wanted it so badly.  The manager comes over, gives Carrie her coat and to this day we are pretty sure that Olga is scouring the Stadthalle looking for Carrie's lost number.  Moral of the story is.  There must always be order and if there are 350 coat rack numbers and one is lost then that is not order or Olga really wanted the purple raincoat.