Joke - Trip to Rome...

Trip to Rome

A woman was at her hairdressers 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 it's 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 came in for another 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 messed up your hair?"