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, the worst hotel
in the city! The rooms are small, the service
is surly, and they're
overpriced. So, whatcha' doing when you get
there?"
"We're going to go to see 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. 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' 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:
"Where'd you get the lousy
Hairdo?
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