dealing with people

This is something that I got from one of my email list groups the other day and it is interesting a unique a good way to deal with people
This is something to think about when negative people are doing theirbest to rain on your parade. So remember this story the next timesomeone who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your lifemiserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip toRome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, whoresponded: "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded anddirty. 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'realways late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber Rivercalled Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its going tobe something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worsthotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly andthey'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 peopletrying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck onthis lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresserasked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time inone of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and theybumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I hada handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot. And thehotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job andnow it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, wereoverbooked so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at noextra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I knowyou didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, aSwiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likesto meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into hisprivate 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 lousy hairdo?