Was at a mall, a huge mall-- went on for miles, many stories tall. Got into an argument of sorts with a guy who was in a motorized wheelchair. He was one of thos angry handicapped people, I guess, angry about his disability and taking it out on everyone else around him. Which in this case, meant shooting me in the stomach with a revolver. I don't even remember what our disagreement was about-- neogotiating around each other in a store entrance or some simple thing like that-- but the result was that I was gut-shot and he drove his chair away.
I called 911 on my cell phone and they said they couldn't dispatch an ambulance to take me to the nearest hospital because the nearest hospital was right there in the mall. "There's an emergency clinic right there. You should go there." Click.
Great, the mall only covers an area the size of Rhode Island. I start dragging myself around, leaving a slippery trail of blood.
I drag into a jewlery store; every store has a map of the mall, you see, so I use their map to try and find the emergency clinic. But they have an old map machine, not a new one-- instead of digital images, it uses a rotating tumbler full of transparencies made from the mall blueprints, and as you select items it puts them up on a wall-light panel like an x-ray. It takes me many minutes to find the section of the mall with the clinic.
It is of course in a far distant corner of the mall.
Then I begin dragging myself through the mall, glad that my gut injury hurts a lot less than I'd been told such wounds normally do.
The mall has terrible handicap access issues. Very few ramps. Tons of stairs. I begin to understand why the guy in the wheelchair was so angry....