Your fist shoots forward, clenching at the last second, and slams into his nose. Past the jolt of the impact, you feel something give under your knuckles.
He falls back, clutching his nose, his eyes squeezed tight shut. "Oh Gods!" he yells, the words muffled, and then scrambles back as you step towards him, your foot raised and ready to stamp on whatever target presents itself first.
Finally, you put your foot back down on the pavement. "Go and hassle someone else," you tell him, shaking some life back into your hand. "I don't have time for this."
You wait until he's reached his feet and has started half walking, half jogging away from you before you set off again.
The taxi you took here dropped you off at the end of the road. Despite your best efforts, the driver had steadfastly refused to bring his vehicle any closer to your destination. Nothing you tried managed to change his mind, not even…