The put down

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:
" Rome ? Why  would anyone want to go there? It's  crowded and dirty..
You're crazy to go to Rome . So, how  are you getting there?"
"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."
"We're going to go to see the  Vatican and maybe get 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 said: "Who the f**k did your  hair?"