Remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing and cares less tries to rain on your parade:

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? It's so crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome! How are you going to get there?"

The woman said, "We're taking Continental, and we got a great rate!"

"Continental!" exclaimed the hairdresser, "That's a terrible airline! The airplanes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late! Where are you staying while you're in Rome?"

"We will be at this little exclusive place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."

"Don't go any further!" the hairdresser said. "I know that place. Everyone thinks it's going to be something special and exclusive, but it's really just a dump!"

The woman then said, "We're going to go to 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 her hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.

"It was wonderful!" exclaimed the woman. "Not only was our flight 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 just finished a five-million-dollar remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city! They too were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the 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 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?" said the hairdresser. "What did he say?"

"He said, "Who the hell did your hair?!"