A joke for the negative people in the world......

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

"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."

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?"

He said:
"Who forked up your hair?"