ROME TRIPĀ 

Rome Trip

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:

ā€ 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?ā€

ā€œWe’re taking BA,ā€ was the reply

ā€œWe got a great rate!ā€

ā€œBA?ā€ exclaimed the hairdresser.

ā€ 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 ?ā€

ā€œWe’ll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome ā€˜s Tiber River called Teste.ā€

ā€œDon’t go any further

I know that place

Everybody thinks it’s gonna be something special and exclusive, but it’s really a dump.ā€

ā€œWe’re going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope.ā€

ā€œThat’s rich,ā€ 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 itā€¦ā€

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo

The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome

ā€œIt was wonderful,ā€ explained the woman, ā€œnot only were we on time in one of BA’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 Ā£5 million remodelling 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!ā€

ā€œWell,ā€ muttered the hairdresser, ā€œthat’s all well and good, but I bet you didn’t get to see the Pope.ā€

ā€œActually, 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 meā€

ā€œOh, really! What’d he say ?ā€

He said: ā€œWho did your hair?ā€

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