Smile of the Day

Life is getting much too serious, yes? Who doesn't need a daily smile?

Saturday, January 21


A woman is telling her hairdresser how she is getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her boyfriend. "Rome," sniffs the hairdresser. "Why would anyone want to go there? It is crowded and dirty and full of Italians. You are crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"

"We are taking American Airlines We got an amazing rate!"

"AA? That is a terrible airline. Their airplanes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and their planes are always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"

The woman smiles in anticipation. "We will 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 is going to be something special and exclusive, but it is really a dump, the worst hotel in the city! The service is surly, and the rooms are small and overpriced. So, what are going to do when you get there?"

The woman's eyes sparkle. "We are going to go to see the Vatican. We hope to see the Pope!"

"That is rich," laughs the hairdresser. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He will look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You are going to need it."

A month passes. The woman again comes in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asks her about her trip to Rome.

"It was wonderful!" exclaims the woman. "Not only were we on time in one of AA's brand new planes, but we were overbooked, so they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were just wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was perfect! They had just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it is a jewel, an absolute jewel, the finest hotel in the city. Turned out they, too, were overbooked, so they apologised and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"

"Well," mutters the hairdresser, "That is 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 would be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later I was in a room personally with the Pope! I knelt down, and he spoke a few words to me."

"Oh, really! What did he say?"

"He said, 'Where did you get the snitty hairdo?'"


Blogger Tsavo Leone said...

I thank you for giving me grounds for laughter...

It's these little gems that make blog-hopping so much fun.

10:45 PM  

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