Hairdresser
A New York woman was at her East Side hairdresser's getting her hair styled
prior to a trip to Rome with her boyfriend. She mentioned the trip to the
hairdresser, who responded, "Rome? Why would anyone want to go to Rome? It's
crowded and dirty and, worse yet, full of Italians. You're crazy to go to Rome.
"We're flying on 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 left side 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
whole city! The rooms are small, the service is surly and they're way
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 sure going to need it."
A month later, the woman, all smiling, came in for her hair appointment. The
hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was absolutely wonderful," explained the woman, "not only did we arrive
on time in one of Continental's brand new jets, 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 -- it
was fabulous! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it's just
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, "I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard
tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to personally 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
Holy Father walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke
a few words to me."
"Really?" asked the hairdresser. "What'd he say?"
He said, "Where did you get that lousy hairdo?"
Lil Stinker
"just havin' fun!"
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