FileTitle: Joke463.html
Category: Humor
Type: Joke
Description: Visit To Italy
A man had dreamt all his life of going to Rome.  He told his friend, the
local barber, all about it one day while having his hair cut.

"How will you get there?"

"I'm going on Alitalia."

"No-not them," said the barber, "They have a terrible reputation. Where will
you stay?"

"At the Rome Hilton."

"Forget it," said his friend, "I hear their hotel there is abysmal.  When
you get there what will you do?"

"Why, I'm going to see the Pope."

"Come on.  Who are you?  You're not famous or well-known.  Don't be
ridiculous!"

A month later the man returned to get his hair cut again.  "So, you never
got to Rome, did you?"

"Oh, yes, I did!  Alitalia was a wonderful airline.  And the Hilton hotel
was magnificent.  And I did get to see the Pope."

"Well, what happened?" asked the barber anxiously.

"I bent down to kiss the Pope's ring."

"You're kidding!  What did he say?"

"He looked at me and said, `Son, where did you get that lousy haircut?'"