I missed a chance to be kind yesterday. I waited for a parking place, slowly pulled half way in, and a car came barreling in from the other side and pulled right into it also. I slammed on my brakes; he did not. He kept coming until he touched my bumper and then just sat there, challenging me with his eyes. I sat there for a few heartbeats, too, knowing I was in the right and half expecting him to mouth "sorry" and back up. He didn't. I did.
He drove a beat-up old car, obviously an immigrant, and young. A sad looking woman was hunched beside him. As I said, I was in a hurry, I felt threatened and ticked off, and I'm sure my face did not look happy and pleasant. I parked in the next row and got out and they sat in their car watching me. I looked back from the door of the store and they were still sitting in the car, watching me.
As I said, I missed a chance to be kind. I wish I had smiled and backed out gracefully, I wish I had walked over and handed them the 50% off coupon I had in my hand. Maybe they would have enjoyed their shopping and passed the kindness along.