Here's my unpleasant story from using a moody cab. This wasn't in Ibiza, but it's still relevant. I'd been out with my brother watching the darts at the Ally Pally, after which we decided to carry on in Shoreditch. After a few hours, he'd disappeared and wouldn't pick up his phone. So after hanging around for about an hour, I called it a night. At this point, I'd had enough and just wanted to get home.
After leaving the venue, I was immediately greeted by a moody and I don't remember even bothering to haggle much (most unlike me) and handed over the cash up front and jumped in. I then did my usual trick of just falling asleep. The next thing I know, I'm coming round and being asked to exit the car by an officer of the law. I jump in the back of the police car and he explains to me that he's pulled the driver over for no insurance and he has some other offences to his name and that he wouldn't be going any further at this point. He then says, that he suspects he is an unlicensed cab driver and would I be able to confirm this. At this point I've truly had enough, I've paid the driver up front and am now going to have to pay for another cab home. So I said yes and agreed to give a quick statement. I then asked if he could retrieve the £40 off the driver that I'd paid up front. He goes off and speaks to the driver, gets back in the car and says the moody claims to not know what I'm talking about and has no money on him.
So I sign the statement and as I'm getting out of the car ready to walk to a minicab office, the driver starts calling out my name in a manner that would suggest we are best pals and go way back. I'm guessing that when he was pulled over, he's woken me up and asked my name which I've mumbled out in some drunken sleepy manner so he can fabricate a story of us being mates going home from a night out; not really plausible if you were to put us side by side
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I then got called boxing day by the Police Officer asking to come to my house and collect a further statement, which whilst never actually happening, was more hassle. Anyway, from that day on I've never got a moody cab again. In hindsight, the whole episode was more inconvenience than anything compared to many of the horror stories of using them, but did make me start thinking about it a lot more.
Oh and my brother, he'd just decided to call it a night and go home