A woman was getting her hair styled when she told her hairdresser that she was preparing to go on vacation to Rome, Italy with her husband.

“Rome? Why would anyone want to go there?” the hairdresser asked. “It’s crowded and dirty. You’re crazy to go to Rome . So, how are you getting there?”

“We’re taking Continental,” she replied. “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 the Tiber River called Teste,” the woman said.

“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 hairdresser told her.

“We’re going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope,” the woman said.

“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.”

One month later, the woman came back in to get her hair styled again, and the hairdresser asked 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!” she continued. “They’d just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it’s a jewel, one of the finest hotels 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,” she said. “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 ?” the hairdresser asked.

The woman replied, “he asked me, ‘Who screwed up your hair?'”

LOL! Here’s to having a good laugh and being positive through out our day!

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