A group of Americans was touring

Ireland. One of the women in
the group was a real curmudgeon,
constantly complaining. The
bus seats are uncomfortable.The food is
terrible. It’s too hot. It’s
too cold. The accommodations are
awful.

The group arrived at the site of the famous Blarney Stone.

“Good luck will be followin’ ya all your days if you kiss the

Blarney Stone,”the guide said. “Unfortunately, it’s being
cleaned
today and so no one willbe able to kiss it. Perhaps we
can come back
tomorrow.”

“We can’t be here tomorrow,” the nasty woman shouted.
“We
have some other boring tour to go on. So I guess we can’t kiss

the stupid stone.”

“Well now,” the guide said, “it is said
that if you kiss someone
who has kissed the stone, you’ll have the
same good fortune.”

“And I suppose you’ve kissed the stone,”
the woman scoffed.

“No, ma’am,” the frustrated guide said,
“but I’ve sat on
it.”