Joseph the Grump

There's this grumpy kid at my swim class named Joseph and he complains about every reasonable thing I do. Like once, I was swimming a 50 Freestyle and I accidentally whacked him in the face because he was on the wrong side of the lane. Joseph had a theory that he had a black eye, but he didn't. When I finished my 50, Joseph was still at the other end of the pool, but he didn't look really angry. He began swimming a made-up stroke back to the end I was at. When he got there, he began to get really mad. He kept asking "Why did you hit me in the face?" or, "No passing!" I would then reply, "I didn't do it purposely." and, "Hey, you were the one who was stopping, and there's no excuse to that." And also on Butterfly, I was finishing a 25 and I then again accidentally ran my finger through Joseph's teeth. I was going to say I was sorry, but Joseph quickly interrupted me and said, "Don't put my your fingers in my mouth!" and then he started to make an annoying little jingle out of the demand. He sang the awful jingle for four 25s, and when he stopped, my eardrums were about to pass out. At the end of the lesson, I had an urge to shout out a bad word to Joseph, but I didn't. I got wrapped up in my towel and spent the whole ride home thinking badly of Joseph, and I probably will be for 1,000,000 years.