DON'T RAIN ON MY PARADE

This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to

rain on your parade. So remember this story the next time someone

who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable.

 

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."

 

"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, 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

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: "Who fucked up your hair?"

 

Done