A small town's only barber was known for his
arrogant, negative attitude. When one of his
customers mentioned he'd be going to Rome
on holiday and hoped to meet the Pope, the
barber's reaction was typical. "You, lad, Meet
the Pope.? Don't make me laugh. The pope sees
kings and queens and presidents. What would
he wan with you?"
A month later, the man returned for another
haircut. "How was Rome?" asked the barber.
"Great. I saw the pope.
"From St Peter's Square, I suppose with the rest
of the crowd." said the barber.
"Yes, but then two guards came up, said the pope
wanted to meet me, and took me right into his
private apartment in the Vatican.
"Really?" the barber asked, "What did he say?"
"He said, "Who gave you that lousy haircut?"