I work in a cool, dry environment**. There is (literally) a metric ass-ton of electronics in here. Resting on metal wire shelves. Cords hang everywhere; overhead, across the tile floor, looped around the shelves to try to keep them out of the footpath (ha ha ha).
I often escape the lab to get a cup of coffee. To do this, I must leave via the electro-magnetically-locked door O’Doom. with the metal handle. Generally speaking , I touch the wooden door itself in a vain attempt to try and ground out the ambient energy. It rarely works.
Today I pulled a goddamn six inch arc off the handle. People across the lab heard it pop. This is over the white noise of said metric ass-ton of electronic equipment running, shrieking, hissing, popping, and ringing. I leaped around for a solid 10 seconds doing “jesus fucking balded headed bleeding christ” dance. You know the one. You see it at mosh pits, occasionally.
I am THIS close to removing the handle from that damn door. I am tired of being lit up like an Xmas tree.

* – No, not a death metal band. But, they SHOULD be.
** – 62F in the lab, at all times. The rest of the building is also dry but is ridiciously overheated.