At the hairdresser's

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 crowded and dirty... You are crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?
- We are taking Continental, we got a great rate!
- Continental? That's a terrible airline! - the hairdresser responded. - Their planes are old, their fight attendants are ugly, and they are 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. Everyone thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump.
- We are going to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope.
- That is rich - laughed the hairdresser, - You and a million other people trying to see him. He will look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on on this lousy trip of yours. You are 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 the 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 had just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and it is now 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 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 few words to me.
- Oh, really? What did he say? - the hairdresser was curious.
- He said: "Who fucked up your hair?"