I am kind to everyone I meet.

Everyone is a wider category than it sounds. It takes in the traffic warden writing the ticket, the person on the phone reading from a script who cannot help you, the neighbour whose music started at eleven.

Kindness to the pleasant is barely kindness. It is the natural response to pleasantness.

The stretch begins where somebody has handed you a reason not to.

None of which requires pretending you do not mind. You can be perfectly clear about the ticket and still speak to whoever is issuing it as though they go home to someone. Those two things have never been in conflict.