A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her
hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband..
She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who
responded:
" Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there?
It's crowded and dirty.. You're crazy to go to
Rome . So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got
a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser..
" That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old,
their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always
late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on
Rome'sTiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further.. I know that place.
Everybody thinks its gonna be something special
and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe
get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a
million other people trying to see him. He'll look
the size of an ant.
Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're
going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a
hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip
to Rome .
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not
only were we on time in one of Continental's brand
new planes, but it was overbooked, and they
bumped us up to first class.. The food and wine
were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old
steward who waited on me hand and foot.
And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a
$5 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel,
the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were
overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their
owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well
and good, but I know you didn't get to see the
Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we
toured the Vatican , a Swiss Guard tapped me on
the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to
meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as
to step into his private room and wait, the Pope
would personally greet me.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked
through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down
and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really! What'd he say ?"
He said: "Who the HELL did your hair?"
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