A woman came into the beauty shoppe one day to get her hair fixed. Her
beautician was noted to always be complaining about most everything. The
customer stated that she was planning on leaving for Rome in a few
days.
Beautician: Rome…Rome…Why that is one of the dirtiest cities you could ever go. How are you going to get there?
Customer: We are flying Continental Airlines.
Beautician: Continental…They are the worst airline! And they have the ugliest hostesses. Where are you staying?
Customer: We are staying in the Villa.
Beautician: Villa…Villa! Why that is so overrated and way too
expensive. I wouldn’t stay there if I were you. What are you going to
see?
Customer: We are planning on seeing the Pope.
Beautician:
Why girl, you would be lucky to even see him from long distance. Don’t
you know everyone wants to be around him. You won’t be able to get
within a mile of him.
A month went by and the customer went back to
the beautician, hoping to break her of her bad habits. The beautician
asked her what she has been doing and the customer replied that she had
just got back from Rome.
Beautician: Rome…I bet your flight was bad.
Customer: No, the flight was great. They had actually overbooked the
flights and gave us first class seating and fed us steaks all the way to
Rome. And our hostess was the most handsome man I had ever seen!
Beautician: Well. What about the Villa?
Customer: Funny you should ask. The Villa had just completed a $5
million restoration. They were also overbooked and we were forced to
stay in the owner’s personal villa. Wow! The accommodations, the
service, we had everything, we lived like kings!
Beautician: Well…what about the Pope?
Customer: We took the tour to the Vatican. One of the guards taped us
on the shoulder and stated, “The Pope often entertains a few people now
and then, would like to have a personal visit with the Pope?”
Beautician: I can’t believe that. What did the Pope say?
Customer: He took one look at me and asked, “That’s the worst hair-do I had ever seen! Who fixed your hair?”
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