Time out for a laugh

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'sTiber 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." 

"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe


get 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: "Who the HELL  did  your hair?"

Thanks Ivan