Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Traveled to Rome - YDG
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This is something to think about when negative people are always 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 husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who
responded... Rome?? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and
dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome ! So, how are you getting there?
We're taking Continental, replied the woman, 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.
Oh...Don't go any further! I know that place, and everybody thinks it's
gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump! It is 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 came in again in for a hairdo, and the hairdresser
asked her about her trip to Rome .
It was wonderful! exclaimed 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! 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, Where did you get the shitty haircut?
