because you walk by and you look in the window and there are no diners. just a bunch of empty tables and a waitress, who is standing there gazing back at you, not really seeing you, she’s just bored, and thinking how she’s not making any money and she really needs to get a job at the busy restaurant next door. you move on, you have to, because you don’t want to give the waitress false hope by standing there reading the menu in the window. you assume the food sucks, because no one is in there eating. so you look into the window of the restaurant next door, which serves the same kind of food. this place is absolutely chock full of patrons and people are even waiting for tables. you don’t have time to wait, but you are afraid to walk past the first place again to reconsider. it’s too heartbreaking that someone is losing his or her shirt, the person who opened the restaurant with this dream of owning a small business. the cook is waiting in the kitchen. he’s reading the newspaper.