Tiger WOODS drives his BMW into a gas station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump attendant -obviously knows nothing about golf- greets him in a typical Irish manner, completely unaware of who the golfing pro is:
“Top of the mornin’ to yer, sir”, he says.
Tiger nodds a quick “hello” and bends forward to pick up the nozle. As he does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
“What are those?” asks the attendant.
“They’re called tees” replies Tiger.
“Well, what on the God’s earth are dey for?” inquires the Irishman.
“They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving” says Tiger.
“Fook sake”, says the Irishman, “BMW thinks of everything.”