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Image used under a Collective Commons License from: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Michael_Rosen_20171207_02.jpgA man went to his local barbers shop to get a haircut prior to going on a trip to Rome.

He mentioned the trip to his barber who responded, “Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty and full of Italians. You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?”

“We’re taking American Airlines,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”

“American Airlines?” exclaimed the barber. “That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they are always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?”

“We are staying at the downtown International Marriott”, replied the man.

“That dump? That’s the worst hotel in the city. The rooms are small, the service is surly and they’re overpriced” said the barber. “So, what will you be doing when you get there?”

The man responded, “We are going to go to see the Vatican, and we hope to see the Pope while we are there.”

“That’s rich,” laughed the barber. “You and a million other people will be trying to see him. He will look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it.”

Well, a month later, the man again came in for his regular haircut.

The barber asked him about his trip to Rome.

“It was wonderful,” explained the man, “not only were we on time in one of American Airlines brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class”.

The man continued, “the food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28-year-old stewardess who waited on me hand and foot”, he said with a huge grin on his face.

He continued again, as the barber’s chin began dropping…

“And the hotel — it was great! They had just finished a $25 million remodeling job, and now it’s the finest hotel in the city. They too were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the presidential suite at no extra charge!”

“Well,” muttered the barber, “I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.”

“Actually, we were quite lucky” the man replied, “for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard 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 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 as he spoke a few words to me.”

“REALLY?” asked the barber, somewhat astounded. “What did he say?”

He said, “Where did you get that crappy haircut?”


Image used under a Collective Commons License from: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Michael_Rosen_20171207_02.jpg

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