Bryce Masuk
08-26-03, 11:14 PM
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 knowing 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 pocket onto the ground.
"What are those?, asks the attendant.
"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
"Well, what on the good earth are they for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Feckin Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of everything!".
Tiger Woods drives his BMW into a petrol station in
a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The pump attendant, obviously knowing 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 pocket onto the ground.
"What are those?, asks the attendant.
"They're called tees" replies Tiger.
"Well, what on the good earth are they for?" inquires the Irishman.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Tiger.
"Feckin Jaysus", says the Irishman, "BMW thinks of everything!".