"I heard a story about a critical, negative barber who never had a pleasant thing to say. A salesman came in for a haircut and mentioned that he was about to make a trip to Rome, Italy. "What airline are you taking and at what hotel will you be staying?" asked the barber. When the salesman told him, the barber criticized the airline for being undependable and the hotel for having horrible service. "You'd be better off to stay home," he advised. "But I expect to close a big deal. Then I'm going to see the Pope," said the salesman. "You'll be disappointed trying to do business in Italy," said the barber, "and don't count on seeing the Pope. He only grants audiences to very important people." Two months later the salesman returned to the barber shop. "And how was your trip?" asked the barber. "Wonderful!" replied the salesman. "The flight was perfect, the service at the hotel was excellent; I made a big sale, and I got to see the Pope." "You got to see the Pope? What happened?" The salesman replied, "I bent down and kissed his ring." "No kidding! What did he say?" "Well, he placed his hand on my head and then he said to me, 'My son, where did you ever get such a lousy haircut?'" There's"