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The attendant at the pump, not a particularly bright lad, greets him. In a typical Cork manner, unaware of who the golf pro is...
"Top o' the mornin' to ya, sor."
Tiger bends down to pick up the pump, but two tees fall out of his top pocket onto the ground.
"What are dey, son?" says the attendant.
"They're called tees." replies Tiger.
"What're dey fur?" inquires the man from Cork.
"They're for resting my balls on while I'm driving." says Tiger.
"Jaysus," says the man, "Dem boys at BMW tink of everything."