After finishing an early morning round of golf in Ireland, Padraig Harrington drives his Mercedes into a gas station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump attendant obviously knows nothing about golf because he doesn’t recognize this national hero. However, the attendant greets Harrington with, “Top of the morn to yer, sir!”
Harrington smiles and nods in response, and bends forward to stretch his stiff legs. As he does, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.
“What are those?” asks the attendant.
“They’re called tees,” replies Harrington.
“Well, what on earth are dey for?”
“They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving,” says Harrington.
“Jaysus," mutters the Irishman, “Mercedes thinks of everything.”