Not exactly work, but a good tale.
Many years ago my son was having a difficult year as a teenager. The details don’t matter but at one point he was temporarily in a mental health facility for his own good. His mother, who is now my ex-wife and I went to visit him in his locked down psychiatric ward.
My ex was an angry person, always upset, always shouting, blaming, shrieking. Honestly, she was probably a large contributor to his difficulties. She is now my ex-wife for a good reason. When we went to visit him she went on one of her typical tirades and shrieked at him, actually blaming him for disrupting her life. Just what a suicidal person needs. She got so upset over his blasé reaction to her shrieking that she ran out of the visiting room and to the door that we had entered earlier. She did not realize the door only opened in.
In her agitated state she grabbed and pushed and pulled her 98 pound weight against the steel security door. She started shrieking “Let me out! let me out! I have to get out of here.” A very kind nurse came up and put a gentle arm on her shoulder. “I’m afraid we will have to talk to the doctor before you can leave.” Well that did not go over very well.
She really started shrieking then, shouting at the nurse, at me, and our son, as we all stared at her raving. The other patients in the day room were all calmer than she was.
I let her twist in the wind a few moments with the nice attendant, kind of rolled my eyes and got up and calmly informed the nurse that this shrieking wailing person flailing at the door was not a patient, but a visitor. My son and I still have a good laugh about that now and then.
He does not talk to him mom much to this day, and he has recovered very well from his troubled times. I found a woman who is nice.