Thursday, August 31, 2006

The lousy trip

Overheard on the web...

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? Are you kidding!? Why would anyone want to go there? It's just over-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. "Are you kidding me? 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 anyway?"

"Oh! We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called "Teste, it's said to be so nice....."

The hairdresser stopped cutting, and looked at her with disgust. "Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its going to be something special and exclusive, but it's really a complete dump! Ugh! The worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly and they're disgustingly overpriced. So, whatcha' doing when you get there?"

Getting discouraged, the woman said hesitently, "Well, we're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."

"Ha! That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and like 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 so going to need it."

A month later the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.

"Oh, 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 so they bumped us up to first class! The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome, attentive 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.

"Really?" asked the hairdresser.

"Yes! And the hotel! Oh my gosh, it was absolutely fabulous! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it's a jewel, I'm tellng you, 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 were touring the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to periodically 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: 'Where'd you get the lousy hairdo?' "



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