JOKE: Payback Is A Pope...
 

What goes around comes around
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, and makes your
life
miserable...

A Sydney woman was at her hairdresser's on Elisabeth Street
in the
city, getting her hair cut prior to a vacation in Rome with
her
husband.
She metioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded,
"Rome?
Why would anyone want to go there? Italy's crowded, dirty and
full
of Italians. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you
getting
there?"
"We're flying Qantas " was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Qantas ?" 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 left bank called Bella Vista. "Don't go any
further.
I
know
that place. Everybody thinks it is 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 so 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 ran into the hairdresser on the
street.
The hairdresser asked her about her vacation in Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "we not only flew on
one
of Qantas' 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!

The hotel was marvelous, 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, "Where the hell did you get that shitty hair cut?