I am sure, just like me, that you have on occasion run into someone who’s sole purpose appears to be to put a negative spin on everything, as if bending your positive into a negative is going to provide anything memorable. I received this story today and thought it provided just the right touch of humor and retribution.
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 waste your money going there. So, how are you getting there”?
“We’re flying Continental” was the reply. “We got a great deal”.
“Continental” exclaimed the hairdresser. “That is the worst airline. Their airplanes are old, their flight attendants are surly, and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome”?
“We’ll be over at this exclusive little place right on Rome’s Tiber River called Teste”.
“Don’t say another word. I know that place. Everybody thinks it’s going to be something special, but it’s really a dump”.
“We’re also going to visit the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope”.
“You’re kidding” 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 a lousy trip. You are going to need it”.
A month later, the woman again came in for a styling and a cut. The hair dresser immediately asks 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 young steward waiting on me. The hotel was also great. They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel. They too were overbooked, so they apologized and put us in the owner’s suite at no extra charge”.
“Well” muttered the hairdresser. “Be that as it may, I know you didn’t get to see the Pope”.
“Actually, we were quite lucky in that respect also, 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 we’d be so kind as to step into his private room, the Pope would personally greet us. 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 did he say”?
He said “Who the f*** cut your hair”?