Negative people

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 you
run into someone who knows nothing, cares less and tries to make your
life miserable.

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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 Teste."

"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its
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," 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 shitty hairdo?"