Something to think about.

Something to think about when negative people are doing their best

to rain on your parade:

A New York woman was at her hairdresser's on Park Avenue getting her

hair styled prior to a trip to Rome. She mentioned the trip to the

hairdresser, who responded, "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there?

It's crowded & dirty and full of Italians. You're crazy to go 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 left bank

called Teste..."

"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's

gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump,

the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is

surly and they're overpriced. So whatcha doing when you get there?"

"We're going to tour the Vatican and we hope 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 did we arrive 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 --it was great! They'd just finished a $5 million

remodeling 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!"

"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'd he say?"

He said, "Where'd you get the shitty hairdo?"