Joke Of The Day! A Woman Came To Hairdresser Who Was Jealous Of Her Trip With Husband To Rome
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 got to 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. 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 its gonna be something special and exclusive but its 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. if you do see him, he’ll look like the size of 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 had just finished a 5 million dollar remodeling job and now its 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!’
‘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 did he say?’
He just said: ‘Who fucked up your hair?’