They look more weary than scary to me but I spent many years sharing those turnstiles with similar people. We juggled our wallets and tokens and coffee cups and whatever else we were carrying, sweated or froze in poorly maintained cars and prayed that no one would have a heart attack on the train because the boss didn't want to hear it. All he knew was that you were late.

People are not meant to live like that. But there was a time when I thrived on it. Go figure.