While staying in Ireland for a golf tournament, Tiger Woods drives his
>new
>Ford Explorer into an Irish gas station. An attendant greets him in
>typical
>Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is. "Top o'the morning, etc." As
>Tiger gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket. "So what are
>those, son?" asks the attendant.
>
>"They're tees," replies Tiger. "And what would ya be usin'em for, now?"
>inquires the Irishman. "Well, they're for resting my balls on when I
>drive,"
>replies Tiger.
>
>"Jayus, Mary an' Joseph!" exclaims the Irish Attendant. "Those fellas at
>Ford think of everything."