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 dey den, son?” asks the attendant.

“They're called tees” replies Tiger.

“Well, what on de good earth are dey for?” inquires the Irishman.

“They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving”, says Tiger.

“Feckin Jaysus”, says the Irishman, “dem boys at BMW tink of
everyting!”