The Pessimist
and the Pope
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 there?
We're taking Continental. We got a great rate!
Continental? 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.
I know that place. Everybody thinks it's gonna
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. 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 another
hair appointment.
The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
It was wonderful - not only were we on time
in one of Continental's brand new planes,
but it was overbooked, so they bumped us up
to first class. The food and wine were
wonderful, and a handsome 28-year-old steward
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 Presidential Suite at no
extra charge!'
Well, 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 said that the Pope sometimes
likes to meet visitors, and if I stepped
into this private room, the Pope would personally
greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later,
the Pope walked through the door and shook
my hand and he spoke a few words to me.
Oh, really! What'd he say?'
He said: 'Where'd you get the shitty hairdo?'
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