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 's Tiber
River
called
Teste."
"Don't go any
further. I know that place. Everybody thinks
it’s
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 fucked up
your
hair?"