A guide at Blarney Castle in Ireland was explaining to some visitors that his job was not always as pleasant as it seemed. He told them about a group of disgruntled tourists he had taken to the castle earlier in the week.
“These people were complaining about everything,” he said. “They didnt like the weather, the food, their hotel accommodations, the prices, everything. Then to top it off, when we arrived at the castle, we found that the area around the Blarney Stone was roped off. Workmen were making some kind of repairs.”
“This is the last straw!” exclaimed one lady who seemed to be the chief faultfinder in the group. “Ive come all this way, and now I cant even kiss the Blarney Stone.”
“Well, you know,” the guide said, “according to legend, if you kiss someone who has kissed the stone, its the same as kissing the stone itself.”
“And I suppose youve kissed the stone,” said the exasperated lady.
“Better than that. replied the guide. “Ive sat on it.”