Sit on any UK commuter train at 7:43am on a Monday and you'll see something that should be more uncomfortable than it is.
A carriage of adults in their thirties and forties, standing up shoulder to shoulder, headphones in, eyes locked on the floor or their phones, completely silent. Some of them have been doing this exact journey for 6, 8, 12 years.
Nobody is talking, nobody is making eye contact, and everyone has already rehearsed the next 12 hours in their head before the train has even left the station.
This is what the country quietly calls 'a good job in the city.'