Woman at Hairdresser's: We just got back from a trip to Rome.
Hairdresser: Why would you want to go there? It's so dirty and takes so long to fly there? What airline did you use?
Woman: American
Hairdresser: American? They're awful I've never had a good flight with them.
Woman: They were wonderful to us. We got bumped up to first class and it was incredible.
Hairdresser: Where did you stay?
Woman: The Treste
Haridresser: The Treste? That's an awful place. No facilties, the rooms are ugly and filthy.
Woman: Oh, they just finished a 25 million dollar renovation. It was beautiful. They had overbooked, so they gave us the Presidential Suite. The views of the city were amazing.
Hairdresser: What did you do there?
Woman: Well, we were hoping to see the Pope.
Hairdresser: See the Pope!?! Ya, you and 60,000 other people. You'd be so far away, he'd look like a purple ant.
Woman: Well, actually, while we were in line at the Vatican, a Swiss guard pulled us out of line and said the Pope likes to meet visitors chosen at random from the que. After about a 30 minute wait, we got to meet the Pope.
Hairdresser: Well, what did he say to you?
Woman: He asked me, "Who fucked up your hair?"
Last edited by BobKay; 10/28/11 08:50 PM.
