I've worked in the mental health sector of a hospital for years and no one believes me. I was working at a State Hospital, which was very old, and falling apart, despite the administration's best efforts. The money just wasn't there anymore. I had occasion to use that elevator once, without any choice. I was waiting to go upstairs, where I worked the midnight shift, and used the elevator. Instead of grinding and squeaking its way up to the second story, it groaned its way down. When the elevator finally stopped, I was already nervous, but what the heck, right? Credited to [Sebastyen Storm ]