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Betty tells her hairdresser the good news during her weekly appointment.
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| Thanks for doing me up fancy today, Jane. I am heading off tomorrow to Italy... for a month's vacation! | |
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| Italy?? Gag me! You will HATE it. Airplanes are old and never on time. Hotel rooms are tiny. The food there stinks. People are surly. And if you want to visit the Pope, forget it! Always too crowded! | |
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Next month, during Betty's next appointment at the Salon...
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| Well, well. If it isn't our World Traveler. So tell me, Betty... how was Italy, Hmmmm? | |
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| Absolutely fantastic, Jane! The airlines bumped us to 1st Class. The Hotel was overbooked so we got a Royal Suite. The people were nice and the food was scrumptious! And we had a visit with the Pope! | |
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| Get...out! You actually had an audience with his Holiness?? Unbelievable! What did he have to say to you?? | |
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| Well, The Pope walked through the door and shook my hand. I knelt before him and then he asked me, "Where did you get that crappy hairdo?" | |
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