Sounds like 'Rob, the Hairdresser'.......aaaaarrgggghhh

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," 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 Tieste."

"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, the worst
hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and they
are
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
are 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 over booked 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 over booked, 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?"

Well, the first thing The Pope said was, "I hope you didn't pay good
money for that worthless hairdo!"