Well, I may have told the story somewhere before but here goes.
Mom had a Coworker (red floor in the drawing below) who, after being sort of brainwashed by people (mostly one coworker, purple floor on the drawing below) who had something against Mom (no idea why as Mom does her fair share of work and then some, and whatever perk she has, she earned it fair and square) , started to be really, really nasty to Mom. He would slam doors when he saw her, and not just give her an icy glare, but a deadly laser volcano beam of uber doom glare. At some point, he started threatening to kill us (yeah, all the family) and that is when we had to make sure we would lock the doors at night, but also make sure the cat was inside as much as possible. My sisters were not allowed out without direct supervision for a while, things like that.
One day, I had to take my cat to the vet. My best friend was with me. For background, I will give you a nicely Paint figure of the building at the time (it has since been destroyed, and the whole thing is still in construction, and the new accomodation was finished last year) .
(Stick figure added for perspective) .
Mom's office was the first blue part at the bottom. Right behind that was the first appartment she was attributed, the one directly associated with her job. The second blue part was the apartment she had been authorized to use before she was officially installed as the receptionist, and was allowed to use later because our family was a little too big to be comfortable in the small downstairs flat.
Anyway, on Mom's office level, you had administrative offices for the school and other things. Their roof was a sort of "terrace" for the apartment of the first floor, occupied at the time by the Principal's daughter. It was not a real terrace in that you could see it from the window, but you could not access it easily to use it, as it was not its purpose.
You might wonder what I am getting to.
Well, that fateful day, I go home to the blue apartment (second floor) when I hear a loud *thud* . Since all kitchen windows on that side had a "terrace view" , I immediately went to look.
Nasty coworker had jumped from his window!!! I found myself calling the paramedics (and PurpleNeighbor, for some reason, called the cops as it was happening, which is weird because Nasty Coworker was supposedly his friend... wouldn't he want his friend to be rescued ? Duh) .
We had to go bother the Principal's wife to get a key to her daughter's apartment (yellow), so that the paramedics could access the "terrace" from the kitchen.
The "best" part ? Me having to go to the police to testify later, and reading slander about the Principal in the newspapers a few days after the incident. Because it's a very, very big possibility that Nasty coworker never intended to harm himself badly, just enough to get attention on him and claim that his place of employment did this to him.
When he was just one of the nastiest and laziest people I ever met.