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Offline Edward Bear

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A trip to the hairdressers
« on: January 31, 2011 »
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  •                         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 mad to go to Rome .. So, how are you getting

                            "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 it's really a

                            "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 remodelling 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

                            "Oh, really! What'd he say?"

                            He said: "Who the ferkin hell did your hair?"