The Hairdresser

This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to
rain on your parade. So remember this story the next time someone who knows
nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome
with her boyfriend. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded,
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty and full of
Italians. 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 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 surly and they're overpriced. So,
whatcha 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 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 the 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, "Where'd you get the lousy hairdo?"