The dynamics of seats and man in motion

What attraction lies within an empty hard-shell, less than ergonomically formed excuse of a seat for a homo-sapien on his way to bring home the bacon? What makes an auntie adopt tunnel vision and lock her target towards one? Can one suffer to stand for a mere 30 minutes? Cooks stand all day at work, add OT, plus the heavy lifting and walking, what is 30 lousy minutes of standing in an air-tuned man-moving tin can?! Thank you very much.