HA! Reminds me of this one that I got today in my email:
A woman was at her hairdresser's 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 tourists. 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 called il Teste..."
"I know that place. Everybody thinks its going to be something special and exclusive. But it's really a dump, the rooms are small, the service is bad and they're overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there?"
"We're going to Piazza San Pietro to see the Pope."
Laughed the hairdresser; "You and a million 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 another hair styling. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," said the woman, "not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they placed us in first class.
And the hotel it was great! They'd just finished a $1 million remodeling job and now it's a jewel, 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, "I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Priest tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into the private residence 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."
"Really?" asked the hairdresser. "What'd he say?"
He said, "Where'd you get that crappy hairdo?"