Monday, 30 August 2010
This blog entry is courtesy of my dad. Perhaps after reading this you will see where I get my sense of humor! Thanks Dad. Love you!!"
This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. So remember this story next time someone who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairstylist getting her hair done for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the stylist who responded:
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? 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 stylist. "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 always thinks it's going to be special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to the Vatican and maybe will get to see the Pope."
"That's rich", laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people. He'll look the size of an ant!" "Boy good luck on this trip of yours! You're going to need it!"
A month later, the woman again came in for a haircut. The stylist asked her about her trip.
"It was wonderful", exclaimed the woman. "Not only we're we on time on one of Continentel's new airplanes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, I had a handsome, young, chiseled flight attendant who waited on me hand and foot."
"And the hotel was great. They 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 booked us in the owner's suite."
"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 to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me."
"Oh really! So, what did he say?"
He said: "Who fucked up your hair!?"
