On a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a
petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The attendant at the pump 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 those, son?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
"Well, what on the good earth are they for?"
inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm
driving", says
Tiger.
" Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW
tinks of
everyting!"
petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The attendant at the pump 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 those, son?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
"Well, what on the good earth are they for?"
inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm
driving", says
Tiger.
" Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW
tinks of
everyting!"