Featured Column
Week of 8.23.2004
"Alright, I give up!"
Change your attitude
          So, you’re on an elevator and it reaches your floor - you start to get off when a group of over- anxious, rude people push their way on the elevator and the doors close, leaving you to take a ride to wherever they’re going. That’s one of my pet peeves – people who bull their way on to the elevator before letting the departing passengers get out.
            I’ve decided that it’s time for me to let go and ignore my pet peeves. Like my wise, old grandmother used to tell me, “If you don’t like what’s going on either leave or change your attitude.”
            Okay, I’m changing my attitude. Those thoughtless people who rush on the elevator before I get off won’t bother me anymore.
             And I’m not going to be bothered by those giant SUV’s that park next to me at the shopping center. You know, those giant vehicles that you can’t see around when you try to back out of your space. Pity you if you’re parked in between a Lincoln Navigator and a Chevrolet Suburban and you’re trying to back out. You can do one of two things to get safely out. First, you can have someone stand behind your car and guide you out or you can just cross your fingers on the steering wheel, give ‘er the gun, go in reverse, and hope you don’t wipe out some unsuspecting shoppers
            But, I’m not going to get upset at these new titans of the road. As these leviathans get larger and larger I’m just going to accept them and keep on driving. I am not going to be bothered if the drivers of these semi-semis consider themselves “Masters of the Universe” and believe that the roadways and parking lots are their personal provinces.
           And no more will I be irked when I’m in line at Starbuck’s and three people in line with me are chattering away on their cellular phones as if they were alone in their bedrooms. Do you think it’s going to annoy me anymore when I’m standing next to one of these lonely “cellpeople” as they connect with almost anyone, just to feel needed? From now on the “cellpeople” won’t bother me at all. They can stand alongside me, waiting in line at Albertson’s and have the the most personal, irksome, boring conversations and I won’t blink an eye. Bless the “cellpeople” they have a right to their space too.
          I’ve also sworn off being disgusted by shows on television such as “Fear Factor,” where sexpot (but somehow unappealing) males and females dine on a plate of disgusting, squirming maggots or semi-nude contestants have to wrestle a family of porkers in a sea of foaming, foul, stinking mud. My attitude has changed so when I want to watch something educational and uplifting and “Trading Spouses” appears on my screen I just sit back and say to myself, “There must be some people someplace who enjoy this show, why should I worry?”
            Those “reality shows” won’t affect me at all. From now on I won’t care if the people who run television “dumb-down” their entire schedules. To each his/her own.
            I feel so much better with my new attitude.
So, go ahead and rush on the elevator before I can get off. Or help yourself and park your hippopotamic SUV next to me at the mall. The “cellpeople” can ring up their unlimited minutes all day for all I care. And the most popular television network can start a show called, “America’s Most Loathsome, Gross and Hateful Couple” and I’ll accept it as the new reality and wish it well.
            With my new attitude it’s going to take a lot to get me excited from now on.
And now, if you’ll excuse me I have to take a couple of Rolaids ‘cause lately I’ve had these stomach pains that just won’t quit!
      Ron was born in the Bronx, New York. He was raised in Southern California and lived in Honolulu, Hawaii for three decades. He attended Inglewood High School and U.C.L.A.. His youthful goal was to become a major league baseball player. In Hawaii Ron played on a series of championship softball teams. He is an active tennis player.
      Ron’s career began at the Inglewood Daily News where as a youngster was enrolled in a publisher training program. He served as an advertising salesman, circulation manager, writer and layout and design staffer. He has been a newspaper publisher at the Oregon City Oregon Enterprise Courier, the Beloit Wisconsin Daily News, the Elizabeth, New Jersey Daily Journal and This Week Magazines (Hawaii).
      Ron lives with his wife, Marilyn, in San Diego, California. His two children, Douglas and Diane also live in the San Diego area. Ron’s interests range far and wide and are reflected in his columns diverse topics.
Ron Cruger