Taking a wee break from the golf course, Rory Mcllroy drives his new Mercedes into an Irish gas station. An attendant greets him in a typical Irish manner, unaware who the golf pro is...
"Top o’ the mornin' to ya."
As Rory gets out of the car, two tees fall out of his pocket.
"What are those things, laddie?" asks the attendant. "
"They're called tees," replies Rory.
"And what would ya be usin' 'em for, now?" inquires the Irishman.
"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive," replies Rory.
"Aw, Jaysus, Maryan', Joseph!" exclaims the Irish attendant. "Those fellas at Mercedes think of everythin'."
