Because you don’t even know who I am

Last weekend, I went for a couple of bike rides with friends. I did basically the same route both times, and both times, had at least one asshole motorist. And I was grateful it wasn’t more, because sometimes? They’re everywhere.

Here’s the thing. If we rode three across and took up the whole road, I can understand honking to let us know you’re coming, or even, maybe, laying on the horn a little out of frustration if we’re on a stretch of road where you can’t pass. But the people I ride with don’t do that. The occasions on which people in cars were rude happened when we were riding either in a bike lane, if there was one, or on the very side of the road, single file, where there was no bike lane. THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE FOR US TO GO, YOU JERK.

Reading this post earlier today about a woman who was yelled at for walking too slowly with her toddler (yes, seriously) made me think about the weekend’s rides, and about some of the thoughts that went through my head as a guy in a huge diesel truck gunned his engine while passing us or a kid in a crappy black car blared his horn as he drove past us (going 30 miles over the speed limit, I’d guess).

These people, these jerks, they have no idea who I am. Who we are. This is not a huge community — chances are pretty damn good that we know somebody in common. They have no way of knowing that I’m not their sister’s friend, or their kid’s first grade teacher. Hell, I could be the girl who recommended that great beer to you the other night at the bar 5 miles from where you just tried to scare me off the road. You have no idea.

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The other morning, I stopped at the grocery store on the way back to my house after a hard swim workout and a physical therapy appointment. I was in a rush, hoping to get home in time to make coffee and a little breakfast before work, but I needed food for said breakfast (and lunch, and probably a snack or two), so, at about 8:50 a.m., I found myself in the express check out line behind an elderly woman with a cart.

She’d clearly taken advantage of deals, loading up on several of many of the same things. Four packs of yogurt. Six cans of soup.

Maybe she misunderstood the 10 items or less, I thought to myself. Maybe she thought it only meant 10 different items.

Slowly, she pulled more and more items out of her cart and handed them to the young man at the cash register, who smiled gently at her while making pleasant chitchat, occasionally flashing me an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, dear. Nobody was in this line when I came up here,” the woman said as she turned to me with a sheepish grin, handing her third bag of salad to the kid.

I smiled back, but in my head, I couldn’t help thinking, Shouldn’t the cashier say something when someone comes up with a big cart like that?

Almost as quickly as the thought presented itself, I nearly slapped myself. Maybe this is the most exciting thing she’ll do today. Maybe it’s a big deal to go to the supermarket. You don’t know her, and you’re not in that big a hurry, you ass. You are not that important and the world will not end if you’re five minutes late. Shut it.

And then, she pulled out her checkbook. To write an actual check.

I smiled at her again, perhaps a little strained this time, as she took her cart full of groceries and started shuffling out toward the parking lot. As I lifted my basket up and handed items to the cashier, he said, “Thanks for your patience.”

I was about to say something along the lines of, hey, no problem, not a big deal, when he followed it up with, “That was my grandma.”

He blushed.

I blushed harder as I stammered, “Sure, you’re welcome. That’s great that she got to come in and see you.”

 

This was a hell of a wake up call. The next time I find myself biting back potentially hurtful words, I’m just going to ask myself who the person I would say them to might be. Someone’s grandma. Someone’s boyfriend. Someone dealing with a bigger struggle than I’m facing. Someone who probably needs a smile more than they need a talking to.

And maybe, just maybe some of those aggro drivers who think my bike and I have no place on their roads will think of that as well.

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  1. Caroline’s avatar

    LOVED this story. So, so sweet. We never really know the whole story, do we?

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    1. kgseymour’s avatar

      You’re absolutely right, Caroline.

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    2. Susan’s avatar

      Oh my gosh, this made me cry. You have such a good soul — and I really needed to read this today. Thank you.

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      1. kgseymour’s avatar

        Aww, thanks friend.

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      2. simon’s avatar

        This entry is a beautiful articulation of my personal motto:

        “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.” – Plato

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        1. kgseymour’s avatar

          This is one of my favorite mottoes as well. So simple, so powerful, so important.

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        2. gorillabuns’s avatar

          We all do think we are more important than the next guy. We aren’t. Thank you for sharing.

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          1. kgseymour’s avatar

            Thank you!

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          2. Deb @ Urban Moo Cow’s avatar

            Oh wow, I loved this. When I started reading it at first I was like – yes, that’s the same thing that happened to me! And then I was like, oh, right, because she referenced my post. Sorry… mom brain sometimes.

            Anyway, just… yeah.

            Something that didn’t make it into my post was a conversation I had with my husband. He was saying how it’s one thing to have empathy for a situation you yourself were or have been in (like the bikes) but another entirely to be able to translate that to a completely unfamiliar episode (grandma in line at the grocery store). So good on you… Empathy is so, so underrated, don’t you think?

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            1. kgseymour’s avatar

              You and your husband are smart cookies, and you’re absolutely right. And thank you for writing the post that jogged my memory enough to say, oh, hey, weren’t you going to write about this? And suddenly it all came together and made sense in my head.

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            2. Wendi’s avatar

              Wonderful reflection, Kristen. I think that’s something that happens as you get older and wiser–you realize others are operating on their own instructions and maybe need a little compassion.

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              1. kgseymour’s avatar

                Thanks Wendi. I appreciate that.

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              2. Torrie’s avatar

                I hope that many people will read this and apply it not only to their person to person interactions, but to their online interactions as well. When you read someone’s blog or web site, you are only getting a small glimpse into their life, and too often, people are quick to jump down their throat and say things that they would never say to someone’s face. We’re all fighting our own battles. Let’s give each other a break.

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                1. kgseymour’s avatar

                  You’re so right — I’ve developed a reasonably tough online skin, but it still hurts when someone is unkind or critical of me based on 400 words. I agree — we should give each other a break.

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                2. Lisa’s avatar

                  I try to be patient and kind, and most of the time I think I succeed, but sometimes it takes everything I have to smile and stay quiet. It’s times like your experience here that make you glad you did.

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                  1. kgseymour’s avatar

                    Absolutely. Thinking about what would have happened if I hadn’t kept my lips zipped makes me feel positively ill. I don’t know how I would’ve lived with having embarrassed this woman in front of her grandson, and for what? To vent a little excess frustration that, really, probably had very little to do with her, personally?

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                  2. Rhi’s avatar

                    This made me tear up. Such a great reminder.

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                    1. kgseymour’s avatar

                      Thank you!

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                    2. Julie Marsh’s avatar

                      Such generosity of spirit. Thank you for the good reminder.

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                      1. kgseymour’s avatar

                        Sure thing — thanks!

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                      2. Lucretia’s avatar

                        I love this post. I’ve accidentally lived through similar myself and it keeps my tongue still in so many situations now. Because we do never know. But more than that? Even if we did, kindness is so much better than hostility. Both ripple outward and one makes the world a better place. :)

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                      3. Sheila’s avatar

                        Love this Kristen. Life has had a way of teaching and re-teaching me this lesson over and over just when i need it the most. You are awesome. Thanks!

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                      4. Angella’s avatar

                        Love this. You made me tear up, dammit. So great.

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                      5. Leticia- Tech Savvy Mama’s avatar

                        Aw! And I bet she was so proud to stand in his checkout line! Thanks for a good reminder about kindness and just know that karma has your back!

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                      6. Jen Mayes’s avatar

                        I have unfortunately learned that lesson the hard way. Very sweet. If I was the checkout guy, I would have smiled at you, and sincerely said ,”this is a special lady, my grandma. I am so lucky she visited me today, and we thank you for your patience.” I have also learned that honesty and sincerity go a long way

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