A man walked in to Joe's Barber Shop for his regular
haircut.

As he snips away, Joe asks What's up?"
The man proceeds to explain he's taking a vacation to Salt
Lake City.

"Salt Lake City!" Joe says, "Why would you want to go there?
It's a crowded dirty city full of Mormons! You'd be crazy to
go to Utah!

So how Ya getting there?"
"We're taking TWA," the man replies.

"TWA?!" yells Joe. "They're a terrible airline. Their planes
are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they're always
late!

So where you staying in Salt Lake City?"
The man says "We'll be at the downtown International
Marriot."

"That DUMP?!" says Joe. "That's the worst hotel in the city!
The rooms are small, the service is surly and slow and
they're overpriced!

So whatcha doing when you get there?"
The man says "We're going to go see Temple Square and hope
to see the Mormon Prophet."

"HA! That's rich!" laughs Joe. "You and a million other
people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant.
Boy, good luck on THIS trip. You're going to need it!"

A month later, the man comes in for his regular haircut. Joe says,
"Well, how did that trip to Utah turn out? Betcha TWA gave
you the worst flight of your life!"

"No, quite the opposite" explained the man.
"Not only were we on time in one of their brand new planes,
but it was full and they bumped us up to first class.
The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28
year old flight attendant who waited on me hand and foot!"

"Well, I bet the hotel was just like I described."
"No, quite the opposite! They'd just finished a $25 million
remodeling. It's the finest hotel in Utah, now. They were
overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the Presidential
suite for no extra charge!"

"Well," Joe mumbles, "I KNOW you didn't get to see the Mormon
Prophet!"

"Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Mormon Tabernacle, a
guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that President Hinckley
likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be
so kind as to step into this private room and wait, the Prophet
would personally greet me. Sure enough, after 5 minutes the
Mormon Prophet walked through the door and shook my hand. I was in awe
as he spoke a few words to me." Impressed, Joe asks, "Tell me,
please! What'd he say?" "Oh, not much really.

Just "Where'd you get that awful haircut?"