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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 dirt y.. 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 screwed up your hair?"
husband.. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
" Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirt y.. 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 screwed up your hair?"
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