Seeing someone walk and eat a breakfast bar or snack is not necessarily odd.
It is odd to see someone walk and eat out of a bowl with flatware. (At least I think it’s odd.)
Twice in one week I saw a woman walk to the Franconia/Springfield Metro station while eating her breakfast. Not a breakfast bar. Not a bagel. Not toast. She was eating what looked to be scrambled eggs and other stuff from a large white plastic mixing bowl with a metal fork.
Where does she put the bowl when she’s done? Maybe in the quilted floral bag hanging off her shoulder. Maybe she hides it in an out-of-the-way spot in the parking garage to pick up on the way home.