In Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him ina typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
-Top of the mornin’ to yer, sir” says the attendant.
Tiger nods a quick “hello” and bends forward to pick up the nozzle. 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.
-“Frickin Jaysus”, says the Irishman, “BMW thinks of everything!”
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