This is something to think aboutwhen negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. Soremember this story the next time someone who knows nothing and cares lesstries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Romewith 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'recrazy to go to Rome .. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental" was the reply "we got a greatrate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser....
"that's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flightattendants 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 Rivercalled Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna besomething 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 peopletrying 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 herabout her trip to Rome .
"It was wonderful, explained the woman"not only were we on time inone of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked so they bumped usup to first class.. The food and wine were wonderful and I had a handsome 28year old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodelling job andnow it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They too were overbooked, sothey apologised and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser,"that's all well andgood, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican a SwissGuard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to meetsome of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private roomand wait, the Pope would personally greet me
Sure enough five minutes later the Pope walked through the door and shook myhand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really! What'd he say?"
He said: "Who the hell did your hair?"