The Mrs.' joke of the day
Here is something to think about when negative people are doing
their
best to rain on your parade. Remember this
story the next time someone who knows nothing (and cares less) tries
to
make your life miserable...
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 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 fucked up your hair?"