When we took son to the hospital last week, he had to go for an x-ray. This is always good for a laugh as his spine shape and heart totally obscure his left lung - where the problem always is, and the hospital can't get the plates in between him and his moulded wheelchair - the shape of his spine means lying on the bed is out.
This time was even better. The Medical Assessment Unit was heaving and grossly undermanned. But they had to call a porter (who wasn't familiar with driving his attendant controlled, powered wheelchair) and insisted on sending a nursing assistant escort as well (who hadn't been told why she was needed). So off we trundled in convoy, with me driving the wheelchair, wife managing the suction, porter in front feeling like a spare part and nursing assistant behind wondering why she was there. They were very nice people and it wasn't their fault - but we really did know where x-ray was.
Why they hadn't provided a siren and a couple of motorcycle outriders was not explained.