A woman was getting her hair done for her upcoming trip to Rome.
She mentioned it to her hairdresser, who replied, "Rome? Why
would anyone want to go to there? It's crowded and dirty...Your
crazy to go to Rome. So how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply."We got a great rate."
"Continental?,That's a terrible airline, they're planes are old,
their flight attendents are ugly, and they're always late. So, where
are you staying in Rome?" asked the hairdresser.
"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 the Vatican and maybe see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other
people trying to see him, he'll look like an ant. Boy, good luck
on your trip. You're gonna need it.
A month later, the woman returned and again came in for a
hairdo. The hairdresser asked about her trip.
"It was wonderful," she explained."Not only were we on time in
one od Continental's New planes, but it was overbooked and we
were upgraded to First Class.The food and wine were wonderful
and I had a handsome 28yr old steward who waited on me hand
and foot.
And the Hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5mil remodel and
they too were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the
Presidental Suite at no extra charge.
"Well," muttered the hairdresser,"that's all well and good, but I
know you didn't see the Pope."
"Actually,we were 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 would come
with him the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough,
the Pope greeted me and shook my hand! I knelt down and he
spoke a few words to me.
"Oh,really! What'd he say?,asked the hairdresser.
He said: "Who F#cked up your hair?"