C39 You Were Angry at the Scumbag

I had intended to hail the taxi driver, but he completely ignored me. With a press of the gas pedal, he sped away.

Watching the taxi disappear into the distance, I turned, fuming, to face Anatol. It had been such a challenge to flag down a cab at this hour, and now, because of him, it was gone. Was he really expecting me to walk home this late at night?

"Anatol