A WOMAN was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome.
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. How are you getting there?"
"We're flying Continental," the woman replied.
"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 in the city called Dante's."
" I know that place. It's a dump, the worst hotel! The rooms are small, it's overpriced. What will you be doing when you get there?"
"We're going to the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser, "You and a million other people trying to see him. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip."
A month later, the woman returned to get her hair done and the hairdresser asked about her trip.
"It was wonderful!" she said. "Not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked so they bumped us up to first class. The hotel was great. They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it's a jewel."
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "how did you go with your Pope sighting?"
"Well, as we toured the Vatican a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and said the Pope likes to meet some visitors, so I ended up meeting the Pope who shook my hand and said a few words to me."
"Really! What did he say?"
"He said, 'Where'd you get the awful haircut?"'