This is something to think about when negative people
are doing their best to rain on your parade. So remember
this story the next time someone who knows nothing and
cares less tries to make your life miserable.
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 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."
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 thinks its
gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really
a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and
maybe get to see the Pope." "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."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The
hairdresser asked
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 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and
foot.And the hotel was great! They'd 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 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.
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: "Who fucked up your hair?"
