Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump attendant, who obviously knows nothing about golf, 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 pocked onto the ground. "What are those?" asks the attendant. "They're called tees" replies Tiger. "Well what on God's earth are dey for?" inquires the Irishman. "They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving" says Tiger. "Fook me" says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of everything"