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 attendant, who 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
ground.
"What are dose?, asks the attendant.
"They're called tees," replies Tiger.
"Well, what on the good God's earth are dey for?" inquires the
Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Holy Mother of God", says the Irishman, "BMW tinks of everyting..."