Super rude hairdresser
A woman enters a hair salon and mentions to the hairdresser that she and her husband will be taking a trip to Rome.
âRome? Why would anyone want to go there?â asked the hairdresser. âItâs crowded and dirty. Youâre crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?â
âWeâre taking Continental,â she replied. âWe got a great rate!â
âContinental?â exclaimed the hairdresser. âThatâs a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and theyâre always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?â
âWeâll be at this exclusive little place over on the Tiber River called Teste.â
âDonât go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks itâs going to be something special and exclusive, but itâs really a dump.â
âWeâre going to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope.â
âThatâs rich,â laughed the hairdresser. âYou and a million other people trying to see him. Heâll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. Youâre going to need it.â
A month later, the woman came in for another hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
âIt was wonderful,â explained the woman, ânot only were we on time in one of Continentalâs 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.â
âAnd the hotel was great! Theyâd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now itâs a jewel, one of the finest hotels in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their ownerâs suite at no extra charge!â
âWell,â muttered the hairdresser, âthatâs all well and good, but I know you didnât get to see the Pope.â
âActually, 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 Iâd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.â
âSure 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.â
âOh, really! Whatâd he say?â