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 its 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 remodelling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the
city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologised 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 messed up your hair?"

haha thats horrible hahahahahaha

LOL times 10!