A pro golfer pulls into a petrol station in Ireland in his brand new BMW. The petrol station is an old fashioned one whereby the petrol attendant puts your petrol in for you. Whilst putting the golfers petrol in, he begins to questions him... "Where are you headed?" "I'm off to a golf tournament" "Oh, and why's that?" "Because I'm a golfer" The Irish man clocks the golfers tee's in his top pocket... "And what are those?" "Tees" replies the golfer "they're so you can rest your balls on them" the Irish man replies... "Well that BMW think of everything don't they"