A woman was at her hairdresser’s in New York, 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’re crazy to go to Rome”.
A moment of silence, then the hairdresser continued, “So, how are you getting there?”
“We’re taking Continental”, the woman replied. “We got a great rate on our flights!”
“Continental!” exclaimed the hairdresser. “That’s a terrible airline, one of the worst. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they are always late”.
“Not more complaints”, the woman thought to herself, “I hope we made the right decision”.
So, where are you staying in Rome?” the hairdresser then asked.
“We are staying at this exclusive little hotel over on Rome’s Tiber River, it’s called Teste”, she said.
“Don’t go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it’s going to be something special and exclusive, but it’s really a dump”.
“Really?” the woman asked, starting to get anxious now.
Then she thought about one of the highlights of their trip to Rome and told the hairdresser, “We’re going to go see the Vatican and maybe we’ll get to see the Pope”.
“Some hope” laughed the hairdresser. “You and a million other people will be trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Well good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it.”
Well, a month later, the woman again came in to get her hair done.
The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
“It was wonderful”, explained the woman, “in fact it was absolutely amazing”.
She continued, “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 25 year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot”.
She continued to tell the hairdresser about her holiday.
“The hotel was great too! They had just finished a major 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”, the woman replied, “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!” the hairdresser said, “What did he say?”
The woman replied, “The Pope asked me who gave me that terrible hair cut?”
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