Response for negative people!

Cute e-mail my MIL sent me:

This is something to think about when negative people are
doing their best to rain on your parade.

A woman was at her hair dresser's getting her hair
styled for a trip to Rome . 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 Continental,' was the reply.
'We got a great rate!'

'Continental?' exclaimed the hairdresser.
'That's a terrible airline. Their
planes are old 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, 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 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? '