On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol
>station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump
>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" 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
>"What are those?, asks the attendant.
>"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
>"Well, what on earth are dey for? "inquires the Irishman.
>"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
>"Fookin Hell", says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of everything."