Tiger Woods

In a golf tour in Ireland, Tiger Woods drives his Mercedes into a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside.
The attendant at the pump greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
- Top of the mornin' to yerz, 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 dey den, son ? asks the attendant.
- They're called tees, replies Tiger.
- Well, what on de good earth are dey for ? inquires the Irishman.
- They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving, says Tiger.
- Well, says the Irishman, Dem boys at Mercedes tink of everything.