Rome vacation

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 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 Tiber River 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 go to see 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 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 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 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 ****ty hairdo?

Complex, and arguably not worth the wait