A man, Roylew, was getting his hair cut prior to his trip to Rome.
He mentioned the trip to the barber who responds, "Rome? I don't understand why anyone wants to go to Rome! It's crowded, dirty and full of Italians. You must be mad to go to Rome"! "So, how are you getting there?"
"I'm going on Easyjet," says Roylew. "I got a good price!"
(joke courtesy of Staffbullterrior, W.W. 2013 )
"Easyjet?" exclaimed the barber. "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?"
"I'll be staying at the Marriott Hotel."
"That dump! That's the worst hotel in Rome. The rooms are small, the service is bad and they're overpriced". "So, what will you be doing while you're there?"
"I'm going to go to see the Vatican and I hope to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the barber. "You and a million other people, all trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant" "Anyway, good luck on this Rome trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, Roylew calls again for his hair cut and the barber asked him about his trip to Rome.
"It was fantastic" explained Roylew, "not only were we on time in one of Easyjet's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped me up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28-year-old stewardess who waited on me hand and foot. And the Marriott hotel was great! They'd just finished a €5 million refurb. and now it's the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave me the best room at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the barber, "I bet you didn't get to see the Pope."
So, Roylew hit him with ...... "Actually, I was quite lucky. As I stood amongst millions of others, the Pope appeared and was blessing the crowd. Then, suddenly, he looked across the millions of people and our eyes seemed to meet! Then, he stepped down into the crowd and the masses of people just parted, allowing him to walk through.
He walked through the crowd, straight to me and, as he approached, he held out both hands to me and said ......
"My Son, Where did you get that bloody horrible haircut"?
