Stanley sat at his desk, his fingers tapping nervously on his keyboard. His eyes darted to the clock, counting the minutes until his meeting with Mr. Jenkins, his boss. The anticipation weighed on him, knowing that Mr. Jenkins was known for his rigorous and lengthy briefings.

Stanley took his seat, positioning himself near the end of the table. Mr. Jenkins began his monologue, diving into the details of the upcoming project. As the minutes ticked by, Stanley felt a growing discomfort.

"Right Toe, Right Toe," Stanley whispered under his breath, trying to focus on the presentation. His discomfort grew as Mr. Jenkins kept up with his discourse.

"Why do you keep saying 'right toe'?" Mr. Jenkins inquired, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Stanley grimaced, feeling the pressure intensify.

"Because you're standing on my right toe," Stanley admitted, his voice tinged with anguish. Laughter rippled through the room as Mr. Jenkins quickly stepped back, an apologetic smile on his face.

"I apologize, Stanley," Mr. Jenkins chuckled, adjusting his stance. "Let's continue, shall we?" The meeting resumed, but the mood had shifted, the earlier tension replaced by a sense of unity. As Stanley listened to the rest of the briefing, he couldn't help but smile, grateful for the unexpected levity in his workday.