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
"We're taking Continental Airlines," was the reply. "We got a
"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
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber
"Don't go any further... I know that place. Everybody thinks
its going to be something special and exclusive, but it's
The woman continued "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
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 was 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
"Oh, really! What did he say?"
He said: "Who the heck did your hair?"
