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Gina · Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:52 pm Post subject: Travelling to Rome

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:

" Rome? Why would anyone want to go to Rome? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome." The lady in the chair didn't know what to say.

Finally the hairdresser asked, "So, how are you getting there?"

"We're flying 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 rude and ugly, and they're always late." The lady really didn't want to talk about it anymore so she didn't say anything.

But the hairdresser asked, "So, where are you staying in Rome ?"

The lady told her, "We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome 's Tiber River called Trieste."

"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really an old dump."

"Well, we're going to go to see the Vatican," the woman told the hairdresser. "Maybe we'll get to see the Pope!"

"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people will be 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 back to the salon for an appointment with the hairdresser.

The hairdresser asked, "So; how was your trip to Rome?"

"It was wonderful," the woman explained, "not only was our plane on time, it was one of Continental's brand new planes. But it was overbooked."

"See?" the hairdresser said.

"But," the woman said, "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!"

"Well," the hairdresser said, "was the hotel a dump like I said?"

"No! The hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job! Now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in Italy. But they, too, were overbooked..." Before the hairdresser could say anything the lady added, "...so they apologized and the owner gave us her own 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. 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. He asked if I'd be so kind as to step into a private room and wait, and 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 touched my cheek and..., well..., he spoke a few words to me."

"Oh, really!" the hairdresser sneered. "What'd he say?"

The Pope said: "Oh! My child! Who f*cked up your hair?"

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