On a golf tour in Ireland, Phil Mickelson drives his Mercedes-Benz in to a petrol station in a remote part of the Irish countryside. The pump attendant obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Irish manner completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
“Top of the mornin’ to yer, sir” says the attendant.
Phil 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 those?”, asks the attendant.
“They’re called tees” replies Phil.
“Well, what on god’s earth are they for?” inquires the Irishman.
“They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving”, says Phil.
“Jaysus”, says the Irishman, “Mercedes thinks of everything!”.