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So, I'm sitting at a table near the window of a local diner, happily eating my bacon burger and home-fries, occasionally wiping the dripped sauces from my face, hands, and clothes (I'm not normally a messy eater, really I'm not), and I notice something. People walking past on the street weren't merely glancing in the window as one does when one walks past an establishment, they were staring in the entire three or so seconds it takes to walk past the glass. I'm thinking, "Hey, I'm eating in here. You never see anyone eat before?" I need my munching privacy.