Friday, July 4, 2008

Negative People

I'm back from my three-day holiday to Gili Trawangan, a teeny weeny island off the coast of Lombok, which is a tiny island off the coast of Bali. The holiday got off to a rocky start, but as I saw myself slipping into a bad mood, I consciously made a decision to "turn it around", as Josie often says to me. So I chose to ignore the negative and move on to the positive. It's easy to slip into negativity if we let ourselves.

Some people are just determined to see the negative side of everything. Here's a joke somebody sent me. Have a positive weekend! And for my American friends, Happy Independence Day!

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded, "What airline are you flying?"

"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're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"

"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called 'Teste'."

"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and they'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 people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.

"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.

And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"

"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."

"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private 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 asked, 'Where'd you get the crappy hairdo?'"


Anonymous said...

that was too funny!

Gloria said...

hi Shin, I was just surfing by, and have been reading thru' your past blogs. I am a Stage 4 BC survivor with a little girl, i truely find you an inspiration, and will continue reading your blog. This post is just so funny.