On a recent golf tour in Ireland recently, Tiger Woods drove his Volvo into
a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The attendant at the pump greets him in a typically Irish manner completely
unaware of who the golfing pro is.
“Top o’ the mornin’ to yer sorr” he says.
Tiger nods a quick hello and bends forward to pick up the nozzle. As he does
so, two tees fall from his shirt pocket onto the ground.
“What are dey den?” asks the Irish yokel.
“They’re called tees” replied Tiger.
“Well, what on earth are dey for?” enquires the Irishman.
“They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving” says Tiger.
“Mother of Jaysus” says the Irishman, “Dem boys at Volvo t’ink of everyt’ing!”
