A woman was planning her first trip to Italy and couldn't resist telling her hairdresser about it. "We're going to Rome and we're so excited to see the sights, eat the food, and visit the Vatican! It would mean a lot to us if we could meet the Pope, so hopefully that will happen, too." "Ugh, Italy," said the hairdresser. "It's so hot you'll be miserable, the sights are all tourist traps, the food is heavy and greasy, and good luck seeing the Pope. Even if he appears while you're there, he'll be so far away he'll look like an ant!"
After her trip, the woman returned to her hairdresser. "Our trip to Italy was fantastic! The weather was perfect, we loved the ruins and the museums, the food was incredible! And while we were in line at the Vatican, a guard motioned to us to follow him, saying that the Pope liked to have a personal audience with random visitors from time to time. So we walked into a private room, and there he was! I knelt before him and he said a few words to me." "So what did he say to you?" He said, "Who ruined your hair?"