Ok, not really.
How about unfounded, blind hate?
I work on the 15th floor.
Apparently everyone and their mother works on the 11th floor. We are ALWAYS stopping there to pick someone up or drop someone off. They’re like that constantly drunk asshole friend of yours who always needs a ride. Take a cab, asshole.
I actually get angry whenever the elevator stops there. What’s that all about? I sneer at anyone I recognize from that floor and have actually not held the doors for two of them. I think I need some holiday cheer or something.
This from the “I’m Too Busy to Write Much Today” Department.