Met a man at the diner

His clothes were a blue t-shirt, faded jeans, and yellow sneakers.  The Boss provided me with exact brands, and I found the man sitting in the Northwest corner booth of the specified restaurant.  His eyes were blue, and seemed to be glued to whatever he was reading.

My approach was documented, because the man began staring at me before I even slid into the booth.  My smile, explained as necessary by the Boss, was not enough to warm him to the concept of my innocence.  The job was simple though, and once I had said what was required of me, we both got up, shook hands, and left the diner peacefully.

Upon my return to the office, the Boss called me up and informed me that, as always, my task had been performed perfectly. I thanked the Boss, then hung up and wrote this post.