you ever meet people who live too bring others down?
I do all the time...I just read this thought it was nice come up ins
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a
trip to
Rome with her boyfriend. She mentioned the trip to the
hairdresser, 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 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
its gonna be
something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the
worst hotel
in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly and
they're
overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there?"
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope 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."
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 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."
i would read what u posted BKK but im school dont have alot of time but yeah i know people like that one person on the site kinda is negtive to me all the time but he is alright and what have u but always disagreed with me but he hasnt been posting for a while but ne way yeah it sucks when u got people like that and shit i never am negitive or worry about ne thing ever
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