A new hair-do

[Joh]

Cannot be bothered to translate this one from American,,,,So

 

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 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," 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 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'd you get  the crappy hairdo?

Terry