....even some from people we know
A woman was at the beauty salon getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband.. She mentioned the trip to the stylist, who responded: " Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome."
Then the stylist asked "What airline are you flying on?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the stylist. " 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 Gusto di Roma."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump.."
"Are you going to the Vatican?" asked the stylist.
"Of course" replied the woman "We're going to go to see the Vatican and hope get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the stylist. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in to her beauty salon.
The stylist asked about her trip to Rome ..
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we 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 a suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the stylist, "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 he spoke a few words to us."
"Oh, really!" relied the stylist, "What'd he say?"
He said: "Who f*cked up your hair?"