Typically, The Stranger’s I, Anonymous column contains nothing but spite, from threatening someone’s hairdo to mocking someone’s genitals.

But this morning brought a rare nice I, Anonymous submission to my inbox, and after a decade and a half of printing bile, I feel I must share it:

Dear Nice Lady, You saw me running for the bus. You saw the bus stop for a second, right as I was by the back door, and you probably thought—like I did—that I’d just barely made it. And then you saw it pull away. You must have also seen me continue to run for a bit, slightly confused in my pre-coffee haze, that it hadn’t actually opened the doors. And then you pulled over and asked if I wanted a ride down the street so I could catch him. My normal instincts are to turn these kinds of offers down—there are mass murderers and crazy people everywhere you look these days. But I took a second look at you with your expensive-looking little dogs and your Magnolia persona and I thought—what the hell? You’d had a bad morning and were trying to reverse your karma, and I can understand that, and you strategically zoomed ahead in such a way that not only did I make the bus; I made it onto the express bus that was ahead of it. I made it to the doctor’s with extra time to get coffee. And so, nice lady, I doubt you are a Stranger reader, but I am out of ideas for how to say THANK YOU. You made me one of the luckies today and here’s to hoping your day turned around. You’re the best. Love, Running For The Bus Lady

Thanks to Anonymous for sharing, and thanks to the karma-correcting driver for not murdering Anonymous.