The Shiv Lord: The Myth Of The Maladjusted Bumpkin.
I had some plans in Toronto a few years ago. I decided to take the GO train in the morning. There were a few people in the beginning and everyone was strangely very quiet. I noticed that the trains have a Quiet Zone. No talking!
As we got closer to Toronto, the train car filled up quickly. For the last thirty minutes, a middle-aged woman sat in front of me. There was barely any space between us. She was awake. She didn't make eye contact. She simply looked down or outside the window.
I looked around the car. We were all packed like sardines in a tin can. For many people, this is two hours of their life on every work day. It's truly sad.