Rome

Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty and full of Italians. You're crazy going 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. Theirplanes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they'realways late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"

"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River calledTeste."

"Don't go any further." I know that place. Everybody thinks its going to besomething special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel inthe 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 hysterical," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million otherpeople trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Good luck on thislousy trip of yours. You're going to need plenty of it."

A month later the woman visited the hairdresser again. The hairdresserasked her about her trip to Rome.

"It was wonderful," exclaimed the woman, "not only were we on time in oneof Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked in economy so theybumped us up to first class. "The food and wine were wonderful, and I had ahandsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'djust finished a $5 million remodelling job and now it's a jewel, the finesthotel in the city.Would you believe that they were overbooked too,apologised and gave us the owner's suite at no extra charge!"

"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I bet youdidn'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 international visitors and if I'd be so kind as to step intohis 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! Iknelt down and kissed his hand and he spoke a few words to me."

"Oh, really! What'd he say?"

He said, "Where'd you get that **** hairdo?"