When I had an office, I was glad that my office didn't have glass walls. Otherwise, I would have cried seeing my front door busted after the drunks at a birthday party started slapping everybody on their buttocks, and my front door too hard. One year, a sorry prostitute jumped out of the cake and almost got me fired because she got a few married men in significant trouble with their scorned wives. That's got to be one hell of a life!