The thing with decisions are that you never know if the one you make is the correct one. Sure, the outcome can be good, but you might just as well ask yourself if it could have been better. Jackson Rose was indecisive by nature and it was his biggest flaw. Not that he didn't have others. He was terrible at planning, he snored something awful and he had lost his hair at twenty-two, but his wife was most annoyed at his inability to make a choice. It didn't matter what he had to decide, it was a never ending series of back and forth, this and that, until someone else told him what to do. Sometimes he tried to disguise his ineptitude by thinky veiling it as a question.
"Wouldn't this be good, honey?" Or "Should we maybe chose this..." and so on. It was enough to drive anyone crazy. It was why he had never risen to any form of management. You could give him a task and he'd do it, but give him free reigns and he would falter.
When he stepped out into the grey rainy Chicago morning in February he actually felt he had done something right. He was leaving it behind for an entire week and heading to Egypt. He had, with the help of others, purchased two round-trip tickets for an all-inclusive vacation to Egypt.
That decision had not been an easy one to make, as he sat in the travel agents office completely overwhelmed by the posters of various tropical island paradise or broschyrs of sunny destinations in Spain or Greece. He knew what he needed though or rather, what his wife needed, sun and culture. February was the most horrendous of months. It practically drained a person of their very will to live. It was as if the grey clouds came down from the sky and enveloped you in misery and sadness. SAD the doctor called it, Seasonal affective disorder, and his wife had it bad. He knew he wasn't the culprit when she got into her dark place, barely holding on or keeping it together, but he didn't make it better. Until now. Her birthday was the perfect reason for a trip, that he knew and the travel agent smiled and pointed to Egypt. Pyramids, The Sphinx, culture, mystery and sun. A little slice of heaven wrapped up in the nest package of a resort, all inclusive.
So here was, waiting in the rain, suitcases in hand, for his wife to join him and the taxi to wisk them off to O'Hare and then the heat of the Africsn sun.
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