One day shortly after she started, I was in a closed storage room where the door was constantly kept locked, showing her our filing system. (This was back in the "paper days" when everybody had those big file cabinets, for those of you who don't remember).
I remember opening the top drawer of one of the filing cabinets, and she recoiled like she'd been pepper-sprayed. I already had her pegged for a weirdo, but I asked her what was wrong anyway, to which she replied "CIGARETTE SMOKE JUST CAME OUT OF THAT DRAWER!".
I pointed out that the only people allowed in that space were the people in our department, and that none of us smoked, and that I doubted that anybody snuck in their and blew smoke into the filing cabinet to poison her.
She didn't last long. Smoking was only one of a long list of things that bothered her. I think she was basically allergic to human contact.
I think that's the malady at the bottom of much of this nanny stater crap.