On a recent golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump attendant, impressed by anyone who drives a BMW, knows nothing about golf, and greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
"Top o’ the mornin’ to ye, sir," says the attendant.
"And what are those?" asks the attendant.
"They’re called tees", replies Tiger.
"Well, what on the god’s earth are they for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving", says Tiger.
"Fookin Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of everything!"