From The Recycled Catholic:

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 wantto 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 handsome28-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 did he say?"
He said: "Who messed up your hair?"

That's a good one.