Boaster's downfall

This is especially for Hypercat. How wonderful to have the ability to produce the perfect reply.

A New York woman was at her hairdresser's on Park Avenue getting her

hair styled prior to 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 & 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 left bank called


"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 28-year-old steward who waited on me

hand and foot.

And the hotel -- it 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, "Where'd you get the shitty hairdo?"

12 Replies

  • Well done,I was gripped by that one and then I started laughing!

  • Heeheehurgh cough,splutter haha!!! Wow that woke me up, nice one Wowsa

  • Wowsa that was great, like annie, I was engrossed in the story and then I spat my coffee laughing.... :)


  • Tee hee chortle guffaw wipes eyes.. Wouldn't you love to think it was true.

    Thank you,


  • Loved it too. I'll be sharing this one :-)

  • Well done - and I never guess the punchline ! :) Excellent!

  • Great one wowsa and, like jabber, I will be sharing this!

  • Excellent and loved it. xxxxx

  • What a terrific joke. Loved it. Bob

  • Excellent , I was getting really engrossed and then almost spat my tea over my IPad- very good story, that's cheered me up. Thanks Adrian

  • Very good wowsa. Made me laugh a lot. But I am a bit confused why you dedicated it especially to me?

    Bev x

  • At the time it seemed spot on after reading of you being put down and you threatening to go off to be on your own - that was several days ago now.

    Sorry! XX

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