ARE YOU SURROUNDED BY NEGATIVE PEOPLE? Remember this story the next time someone rains on
your parade
A New York woman was at her hairdresser's on Park Avenue getting her hair cut prior to a
vacation in Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded,
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go here? Italy's crowded, dirty and full of Italians. 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 left bank 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, 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 vacation in 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 was wonderful, and
I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel -- it 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 did he say?" He
said, "Where'd you get that awful hair cut?"
(Courtesy of Heartwarmers)
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