Why do some people always do their best to rain on your parade?
A woman was at the hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to her hairdresser who responded: 'Rome? Why would anyone want t! o 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 rude, 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. It's 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, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is terrible, and they're way overpriced. So, what are you doing when you get there?'
'We're going to go to see the Vatican, and we hope to see the Pope.'
'That's rich,' laughed the hairdresser. 'You, and about 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 saw her hairdresser on the street. 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 they gave us a free upgrade 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. Now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They 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. 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 did he say?'
He said: 'Where'd you get that terrible haircut?