A woman named Linda visited her usual hairdresser, Carl, to get her hair done before her big trip to Rome with her husband. As Carl snipped away with theatrical flair, Linda casually mentioned, “My husband and I are flying to Rome next week.”

Carl immediately scoffed. “ROME? Why would anyone go there? It’s crowded, dirty, and full of tourists! And don’t tell me you’re flying with that airline—it’s always delayed. And your hotel? Probably tiny rooms and overpriced pasta. Ugh, you’re wasting your money!”

Linda stayed calm, smiled politely, and said, “Well, we just wanted to visit the Vatican and maybe get a glimpse of the Pope.” Carl actually laughed. “THE POPE? You and a million screaming people? Good luck even getting close!”

Two weeks later, Linda returned to Carl’s salon. He eagerly asked, “So, how was your awful trip to terrible Rome?” Linda grinned. “Actually, the flight was fully booked, so we got upgraded to first class. The hotel had overbooked, so they upgraded us to the presidential suite. And while we were at the Vatican, a guard approached us and said the Pope sometimes meets small groups. We got invited into a private blessing!” Carl was stunned. “WHAT? So… what did the Pope say to you?” Linda smirked: “He said, ‘My child… who gave you that terrible haircut?’”