This just happened during my therapy session.
[knock on door]
Shrink: I'm sorry. One moment please.
[Shrink goes into waiting room. I can hear part of the conversation. The woman who knocked on the door has that low-class gum-chonking trailer park accent and cadence.]
Woman: Blah-blah blah I'm supposta blah blah blah
Shrink: OK. I'm with a client now.
Woman: Well I'm supposta get a mental health evaluation for blah blah blah blah blah they sent me here blah blah.
Shrink: Do you have an appointment?
Woman: DO YOU HAVE ANY MANNERS
Shrink: [Turns around, comes back and closes door in her face. Starts laughing as he apologizes.]
Me: I've already diagnosed her. That's her mental health evaluation. Done.
Shrink: I bet you have.
Me: And you know I'm right. She doesn't need a mental health evaluation. She's self-diagnosing.
By their actions shall we know them.
This a whiff of why people may want to continue “working from home”. Life is filled with these jackasses. (I love being retired!)