Negative People

Got this from my friend Peggy and thought I'd

share it with you ...

Here is something to think about when negative people are doing

their best to rain on your parade. Remember this story the

next time someone who knows nothing(and cares less)

tries to make your life miserable...

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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? I

t'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 it’s gonna’ be

something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."

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"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."

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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 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 ?"

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He said: "Who fucked up your hair?"