email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai.
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
flying 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 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 so 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 refit job and now it's a jewel, the
finest hotel in the city. They too were overbooked,
so they apologised 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 asked:
"Who the ....... did your hair?"