by
welshceltgirl
@ 2007-01-19 - 22:59:56
The family of a Lismore Park couple, who were celebrating a milestone wedding anniversary, decided to send their parents on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Rome, a place they had always wanted to visit. 
Margaret went downtown to get her hair done the day before they flew off and, when she told the hairdresser about their holiday, she sniffed and said: " God, why would anybody want to go to Rome, it' s clogged with rubbish and full of Italians and tourists." 
A stunned Margaret made no reply so the hairdresser said: " And what airline are you travelling with?" When Margaret told her, she recoiled in horror: " You poor love" , she exclaimed, " they are the worst of the whole lot." " You could have got much cheaper flights with better service if you had checked with people who know such as myself." 
More in an effort to reassure herself, Margaret mentioned the name of the hotel they were going to, adding that she had been told it was very nice.
" Nice! are you mad" , exclaimed the hairdresser, so loudly that everybody else in the salon could hear him. " That place is a dump, it' s filthy and full of scruffy, back-packing students. I wouldn' t touch it with a barge-poll." 
With her face bright red from embarrassment, and in a last attempt to stop the rest of the customers feeling sorry for her, Margaret confided up that they were really looking forward to visiting St. Peter' s and, maybe, seeing the Pope on the Sunday morning.
" Listen, girl" , sighed the hairdresser condescendingly, " you' ll be herded around St. Peter' s like cattle and, even if the Pope does come out on his balcony, he will only be a dot on the horizon as far as you are concerned."
Four weeks later, Margaret returned to the salon to get her hair done. " Well" , smirked the hairdresser, winking at the rest of the customers, " how did you get on?"
" Margaret smiled sweetly and, raising her voice so everybody else could hear, exclaimed: " It was wonderful, the best trip ever. Rome itself was beautiful and the sun shone all the time we were there. We were bumped up to 'first class' on the plane when they heard it was our anniversary and we sipped Champagne all the way over." 
The hairdresser tried to change the subject but Margaret kept going: " Our hotel was wonderful, it was newly decorated and members of the Spanish royal family were staying in the suites above us. And, then, we were absolutely enchanted by St. Peter' s where we got Mass every morning." 
" Well, whatever" , sniffed the hairdresser, " I suppose you got to see the Pope as well."
" Much more than that" , replied Mary, well aware that she had the attention of everybody in the salon. " Who did we meet one morning only a young priest who went to school with one of my sons. He is now the personal assistant to Pope Benedict and he asked us would we like to meet his 'boss' , can you believe it?"
At this stage, the hairdresser had stopped working on Margaret' s hair and everybody else in the salon also paused not wanting to miss a word of her story.
" And did you get to see him" , asked the hairdresser.
" We did" , said Margaret, her face glowing at the recollection of her experience. " We were shown into a little room and we were only waiting for about five minutes when, there he was, the Pope himself." 
" What did he say to you" , asked everybody, almost as one voice.
" Well" , said Margaret, " he shook our hands, blessed us both and said he was praying for peace in the North of Ireland. Then he turned to me and said: " My child, my child, where on earth did you get such a terrible hairdo?"