Currently, there are three men mowing and leaf blowing in my backyard. All of my blinds are open, as they always are, and so the men can clearly see me sitting here playing with the baby, and I can see them, but we all studiously pretend that we cannot see each other. We do this once a month or so, more in the summer.
One of them just came up on the porch directly on the other side of the window, and it was so awkward that I waved and smiled. He looked at me, poker-faced, and then turned away without acknowledging that anything had happened. I guess I broke the fourth wall.
Accismus 