My Amsterdam cab story
I was in Amsterdam on business enjoying a night out. We had a few drinks and were hopping in our 3rd or 4th cab of the night, this time at the Central Station. It was very busy with cabs regularly circling around the turnabout to pick-up, drop people off and wait for customers.
We spotted a free cab. 2 people from my group hopped in while waving to me to come quickly so that I didn't miss the ride. I ran across the busy road and opened the drivers side passenger door.
I was narrowly missed by a cab speeding out of the queue. However as my door opened, it caught the side of the exiting cab, broke both windows and caused significant damage. Beyond the windows being broken and paint being scratched, the door was obviously bent and would need to be completely replaced.
Immediately, a swarm of cab drivers appeared. They were all yelling at me in a language I didn't understand. Part drunk and mostly scared out of my wits, I tried to simply run away. One member of the growing mob grabbed my arm while another grabbed my belt.
Things were getting serious very quickly. With the mob beginning to get rilled up, the cab drivers kept insisting that they would take me to a bank machine so that I could pay them for the damage. The drivers of the two damaged cabs were fighting while their friends were trying to shove me in to a car.
One person in our group was local. While the mob was still forming, he ran. I assumed he was getting out of there as fast as he could, just as I had tried. However, he returned with 2 police officers from a couple of blocks away. It took the cops a while, but they separated me from the cab drivers and started to ask typical car accident questions.
The police reviewed my passport and wrote down my phone number. They asked for insurance, of which I of course only had an "in case of emergency" toll free number for medical issues. They spoke quickly in Dutch to my friend who then immediately turned to me and said "come with me".
We were told to split-up and leave quietly and very quickly. The mob was still rilled and after watching the laid-back approach the cops were taking with me, the cab drivers weren't as happy as they were when they were trying to shove me in to a car.
Afterwards, over more beers of course, I found out that Amsterdam has a real problem with cab drivers and the Moroccan Mafia. Had of my friend not had both the clarity of mind and the foresight to find the closest cops, I would have been shoved in to a cab, robbed and maybe worse.
I published this today (for the first time online!) on Reddit:http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jv080/redditors_have_you_ever_found_yourself_in_a_very/c2fde1r