A man goes to his barber and whilst getting his haircut, they have a conversation.
The barber says, “got any vacation plans?”
The customer goes, “yeah, me and my wife are going to Italy.”
“That’s bullshit,” the barber barks. “Italy’s totally overrated. Why do you want to go anyway? I went and it’s terrible. The food’s awful. The Romanesque architecture is old and dirty. The people are rude and aloof. The weather’s too hot or it’s too rainy. And when I tried to see the Pope, I could barely make out the top of his head through the millions of people in St. Peter’s Square.”
The customer is surprised by the barber’s visceral reaction and sheepishly states that he already bought the ticket, so he still has to go. A couple of months later, the customer is back in the barber’s chair.
“Hey, aren’t you the guy that went to that crappy country called Italy?”
Yeah, and we actually had a great time, said the customer. “The food was better than I imagined. The architecture was breathtaking and awe-inspiring, and the people were really polite and friendly. The weather was beautiful, perfectly sunny and warm, and no rain. And when we went to see the Pope, I could barely make out the top of his head through the millions of people in St. Peter’s Square. But gradually, the sea of people parted as if by magic, and I could see the Pope walking toward me with his gold scepter. And when he got close enough to me to be heard, I dropped to one knee. took off my hat and he said, “who gave you that awful haircut?”
