A Stylish Journey to Rome: A Tale from the Hairdresser’s Chair

In the bustling ambiance of a hair salon, where whispers of personal stories and dreams often blend seamlessly with the hum of hairdryers, an enchanting tale unfolded. A woman, sitting comfortably in her stylist’s chair, was not just there for a routine appointment; she was preparing for an extraordinary adventure in the heart of Italy – Rome.

As the scissors snipped and the hairdryer’s warm breeze filled the air, she shared her excitement with her attentive hairdresser. Little did they know that this seemingly ordinary salon visit would become a cherished chapter in the woman’s journey to Rome, filled with unexpected twists and delightful surprises. Join us as we embark on “A Stylish Journey to Rome: A Tale from the Hairdresser’s Chair,” a story that reminds us that even in the most unexpected places, life’s magic can unfold.

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’re crazy to go to Rome .. So, how are you getting there?”

“We’re taking BA,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”

“BA?” 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 gonna 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 BA’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 remodelling 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 bet 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 the F*** did your hair?”