Joke Friday

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 any-
one 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
it's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really
a dump."

"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 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. 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.
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, "Who fucked up your hair?"