This is something to think about when negative people are
doing their best to rain on your parade. So remember this the next time someone
who knows nothing and cares less makes your life miserable.
A
getting her hair styled prior to a trip to
trip to the hairdresser, who responded, “
crowded and dirty and full of Italians. You’re crazy to go to
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
“We’ll be at this exclusive little place over on
“Don’t
go any further.” I know that place. “Everybody thinks its 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 go to see the
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
“It was wonderful,” explained the woman, “not only were we on
time in one of Continental’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 – 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
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 crappy
hairdo?”
