PEOPLE who think negative are the worst kinds to have around you. Here in a lighter vein is one such incidence how a negative person was handled: Remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing, and cares a damn, tries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Washington with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded: “Washington? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty. You’re crazy to go to go to Washington. Anyway, 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 the USA?”
“We’ll be at this exclusive little place over at the capital, it’s called The Room.” “Don’t go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it’s really a dump.” “We’re going to go to see the Whitehouse and maybe get to see the President.”
“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 the USA.
“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 President.”
“Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured Washington and came to the Whitehouse, a secret service man tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the President likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into the Oval room and wait, he would personally greet me.
Sure enough, five minutes later, the President walked through the door and shook my hand and he spoke a few words to me.” “Oh, really! What’d he say?” asked the hairstylist. “Ah,” said the woman, “He said, “Who messed up your hair? Change your hairdresser..!”
