I normally don't like to forward things people email/text me, as I really don't like getting them in the first place. However, I thought this one was kinda good and worth the thought.
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 someone who knows nothing and cares less
tries to make your life miserable. Please read right to the
end, you won't be sorry.....
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'sTiber 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."
"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.
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: "Who fucked up your hair?"