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[FONT face="Times New Roman"]Remember this story the next time someone who knows[/FONT][FONT face="Times New Roman"]
nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable
with negativity.
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[/FONT]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 its 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 Continentals 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 that shi++y hairdo?"
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