While on a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods pulls up to a petrol station in the middle of the Irish countryside in his BMW. The attendant, having no idea who Tiger is, greets him warmly in the traditional Irish way.
“Top of the mornin’ to ye, Sir,” says the attendant. Tiger nods politely and reaches for the petrol nozzle. As he does, two golf tees slip out of his pocket and fall to the ground.
The attendant looks down, puzzled, and asks, “What are those?”
“They’re tees,” Tiger replies.
“Well, what in God’s name are they for?” asks the Irishman, clearly confused.
“They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving,” Tiger explains with a grin.
The Irishman’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Fookin’ Jaysus,” he says, “BMW thinks of everything!”
