A woman was at her 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 to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You
are crazy to go there. So, how are you getting there?"
"We are taking Continental" was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline.
Their planes are old, their attendants are ugly, and they are always late.
So where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on the Tiber called Teste".
"Don't go any further. I know the place. People think it is going to be
special but it is really a dump."
"We're going to 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. You're going to need it."
(( One month later -- the woman is back with the hairdresser, who
asks her about her trip ))
"It was wonderful. Not only were we on time in one of Continental's
new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first
class. The food and wine were superb, and I had a handsome 28 year
old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
And the hotel was great! They just finished a $5 million remodeling
job, and it is a jewel, plus they, too, were overbooked so they gave
us the bridal suite at no extra charge".
"Well", muttered the hairdresser, "that's all fine, but I'm sure 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 screwed up your hair?' "
with her husband. She mentioned the trip to her hairdresser, who responded:
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You
are crazy to go there. So, how are you getting there?"
"We are taking Continental" was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline.
Their planes are old, their attendants are ugly, and they are always late.
So where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on the Tiber called Teste".
"Don't go any further. I know the place. People think it is going to be
special but it is really a dump."
"We're going to 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. You're going to need it."
(( One month later -- the woman is back with the hairdresser, who
asks her about her trip ))
"It was wonderful. Not only were we on time in one of Continental's
new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first
class. The food and wine were superb, and I had a handsome 28 year
old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
And the hotel was great! They just finished a $5 million remodeling
job, and it is a jewel, plus they, too, were overbooked so they gave
us the bridal suite at no extra charge".
"Well", muttered the hairdresser, "that's all fine, but I'm sure 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 screwed up your hair?' "
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