Two loiterers in the hallway are talking about coming into the store.
Loiterer #1: I can't even go into the store. There's a guy in there who totally hates me.
Loiterer #2: Oh, I'm sure he doesn't Hate You.
L1: He does, though.
Partially to see who they are, and partially to fuck with them, I craned my head into the hallway really slowly, while smiling maniacally.
L1: AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!! Oh my god.
Me: I don't hate you. I don't even know who you are.
L1: You aren't who I was talking about. I swear. It's the older guy with the glasses and the afro.
Me: My Boss hates you?
Me: What did You Do?
L1: I DON'T KNOW.
Look, I get annoyed fairly frequently, and while I don't have the energy to hate a lot of people, I do understand that my annoyance can be read as hatred, but to get My Boss to act like he hates you, you have to do something Severe.
I wanted to take a picture and ask My Boss later, but I let it go.
They didn't come into the store. Which makes me wonder, why did they bother even coming into the building?