It doesn't even work for them, though they can buy their way out of it.
Last summer, after being taken to A&E by ambulance, on release I took the train to our local market town, and then had to get a taxi home, as the last bus (of 3) is mid-afternoon. Chatting to the taxi driver, he told me he'd been called out late on a dark, rainy night to pick up a chap whose Range Rover had blown out two tyres after hitting potholes on Herefordshire's wonderful roads. "I took him to a great, rambling pile in a village just north of Leominster".
After a bit of quizzing, I recognised the place, and who it belongs to, one of his many piles. It was a certain housing minister under a recent former administration.
The taxi call out would have been just a bit of loose change to him.