They look so regal, don't they? Those Erin Brockovichs and those Don Drapers who march silently onto the tube every morning, coffee in one hand, paper in the other and shoes expertly shined. The very best of those commuters might already be getting started for the day, budget reports in one hand and a monogrammed pen in the other. These are real professionals. These are the people who make the world turn. Upon their finely sewn shirt shoulders does the balance of Man rest. That's how it looks from the outside. Try taking a train with them every day, twice a day. You begin to nickname them. There's "Cheaty McHateshiswife". Here comes "Sexually Repressed Sally", squinting like she hasn't had any in five years yet inexplicable walking like John Wayne. What does she do to get that walk? These people, no matter the finery they are dressed in, are tired, overworked, resentful and they look so stern and regal because that is the face you pull when you see a fresh young graduate and you genuinely consider drinking their blood to restore your youth and live differently. The do not want the responsibility they have to bear, but they do like money to provide a nice life for their families. That is until the kid grows up and the cycle all starts again.