Dear train police: Whenever I see you get on the train in your dorky corporate tracksuit getup, I always get a little anxious—was I too high to remember to swipe my ORCA card back at the station? But I'm not mad. I love the train, and I know that we all have to pitch in to keep it going. And when I have forgotten to swipe my card, I appreciate that you didn't freak out, but instead gave me a gentle talking to and warned me next time it would be a ticket. But the thing I really appreciate is that I'm never worried that if I don't pander to your ego, you might freak out and kill me. You have the self-confidence not to get all military cosplay in a sad cry for respect. Instead you earn our respect shepherding a valuable community resource. I wish the Seattle police could learn to be more like you!

—Anonymous