Just a little humor

The next James Bond should be a woman!

Can you imagine? Crazy car scenes with spectacular crashes, explosions...

... all while she's parking.

They could call her, "James Blonde"?
 
A woman was at the hair salon, getting her hair done in preparation for a long-anticipated trip to Rome with her husband. As she casually mentioned her upcoming vacation, her hairdresser’s expression soured.
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there?" she scoffed. "It’s crowded, dirty, and totally overrated. You’re crazy for wasting your time. So, how are you getting there?"
"We’re flying United," the woman replied excitedly. "We got a fantastic deal on the tickets!"
The hairdresser snorted. "United? Oh, honey, that airline is the worst. Their planes are ancient, the flight attendants are rude, and they’re always delayed. So, where are you staying?"
"We booked this charming little boutique hotel by the Tiber River called Taste," the woman said proudly.
The hairdresser rolled her eyes. "That dump? Everyone thinks it’s some hidden gem, but trust me, it’s nothing special. You’re in for a disappointment."
The woman hesitated, then continued, "Well, we’re planning to visit the Vatican, and maybe—if we’re lucky—catch a glimpse of the Pope."
The hairdresser burst into laughter. "You and a million other tourists. Good luck seeing anything but the back of someone’s head. He’ll look like an ant from where you’ll be standing. Honestly, this whole trip sounds like a disaster."
A month later, the woman returned for another appointment. The hairdresser, eager to hear about the supposed "disaster," smirked.
"So, how was Rome?" she asked with a knowing look.
"It was incredible!" the woman beamed. "Not only did we fly on one of United’s brand-new planes, but the flight was overbooked, so they bumped us up to first class! The food was delicious, and the service was amazing. We even had a charming young steward—only 28—who catered to us the entire flight."
The hairdresser’s smirk faded slightly. "Well, that’s lucky. But I bet your hotel was still awful."
"Oh, not at all!" the woman continued. "They had just finished a $5 million renovation, and the place was absolutely stunning. And guess what? They were overbooked, so they upgraded us to the owner’s suite—at no extra charge!"
The hairdresser pursed her lips. "Hmph. Okay, but I know you didn’t get to see the Pope."
The woman grinned. "Actually, we were incredibly lucky. While we were touring the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and told me that the Pope likes to meet a few visitors privately. He led me into a small room, and five minutes later, the Pope himself walked in and shook my hand!"
The hairdresser’s jaw dropped. "No way! What did he say to you?"
The woman leaned in, smiling sweetly. "He looked at me for a long moment, then said, ‘Who the hell screwed up your hair?’"
 
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