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 didn't 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. "I've come all this way, and now I can't even kiss the Blarney
Stone."
"Well, you know," the guide said, "according
to legend, if you kiss someone who has kissed the stone, it's the same as
kissing the stone itself." "And I suppose you've kissed the
stone," said the exasperated lady. "Better than that." replied
the guide. "I've sat on it."
