Ice storm, not bad, but the Evo Child has my car and I didn't want her traveling. So I called one of the few people here that offer rides, it was the only place that offered taxi service that I called that was even willing to speak to me. Apparently the 5 taxis in the state only go to the airport. So after begging and pleading and a number of calls back and forth, after two hours, "George" agreed to "swing by and get me". After giving him turn by turn directions to my place and he said he was on my street, I went outside and saw a brown unmarked car slowly driving toward me. He looked like a mafia hit man, complete with hat. I make motions with my hands that meant "are you a taxi"? He gave me a blank look and then stared straight ahead. I took a few steps nearer the street and gave a look of fear and confusion forming the words "taxi?" with my lips. He stopped the car but kept looking straight ahead. I went up to the passenger window and asked "are you George?", he looked straight ahead and gave a slight nod. I got into the backseat not sure if I'd ever be seen alive again. Turns out he was George and he drives people around for a living. I made it out alive. I gave him a wad of cash and said thanks. I didn't see any kind of meter, but we had agreed on the rate before he came to get me. Next time I need a ride, I will be using George. If he'll come get me.