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Something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain

on your parade.. 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, *****sponded:

"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

somet hing 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'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: "Where'd you get the ****ty hairdo?"