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, obviously one who knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typically Irish manner, completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.

"Top of the mornin' to ye’, 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 god's green earth are 'dey for?" inquires the Irishman.

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

"Bloody Hell," says the Irishman, "BMW does tink of everyting, don't dey?!"