Passive aggressiveness

You slipped your dress shoes off your feet, and took out your shoe polish. Mr. Morooka and the whole class were confused when you began to shine them.

But after a moment of wiping away a smudge Jin did exactly what Mr. Morooka wouldn't want.

"Are you shining the inside of the shoe," asked Mr. Morooka! I continued to shine the fabric inside, rubbing in the black polish to the flannel interior.

"You little shit," he screamed, "the directions are clearly written on the label. You're going to ruin them."

I kept rubbing it in. Ignoring his protests.

"Can you please stop yelling," I asked, "You're upsetting me." I sounded pathetic, and it only pissed him off more.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when you ruin them," said Morooka.

The laughter of the class was enough victory from me. Mr. Morooka excused himself to collect his barings.

I heard someone speak to me