<<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 makes your life miserable. ~~~~~~~
>A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to
>Rome
>with her boyfriend. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who
>responded,
>"Rome?
>Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty and full of
>Italians. 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 going to
>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," exclaimed 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 Suite.
>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 s***ty hairdo?"