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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 someone who knows nothing, and cares less, tries to make your life miserable.
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 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 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 did you get the lousy hairdo?”
