Trip to Rome:

[Norshore]

A man was getting a haircut prior to his trip to Rome. He mentioned his trip to his barber who responded; "Why would anyone want to go there? It's dirty, over crowded and full of ignorant Italians. So, how are you getting there?"

"We are flying with TWA. We got a great rate on the flight."

"What?", exclaimed his barber. TWA??!!? That airline is terrible. Their planes are old, they are never on time, the food sucks and all the flight attendants are ugly. So, where are you staying in Rome?"

We got a great rate at the International Marriott right in down town Rome."

"That dump? That's the worst hotel in the whole city. The rooms are small and dirty, the service is surly and everything is over priced. So, what are you going to do when you get there?"

"Well, we are going to the Vatican and hopefully we'll get to see the Pope."

"That's rich", said the barber. You and about a million other people. You and everyone else will be right at the back of St Peter's Square and from that distance, the Pope will look as big as an ant. Boy, good luck with this lousy trip of yours; you're gonna need it!"

About a month later, the same man returns to the barber shop for another hair cut. "So, asks the Barber; who was your big trip to Rome?"

"The trip was fantastic," explained the man, "And it started with TWA. Not only was the flight on time, but they were over-booked and bumped us up to 1st Class on a brand new 777. The service, food and wine were wonderful and we had this beautiful 25 year old flight attendant looking after our every whim. The hotel was fabulous. They had just finished a $25 million dollar remodeling job and they too were over-booked, so they put us up to the Presidential Suite for our entire stay.

"Well." muttered the barber, "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 told me the Pope likes to meet some people privately from each tour group and he wanted us to follow him. We got to the Pope's private residence and after a bit, His Holiness came in the room to personally greet us; he walked right up to me and shook my hand. I knelt down as he spoke to me."

"Really?", asked the barber excitedly. "What did he say to you?"

"He asked me where I got such a terrible hair cut."