On a golf tour in Ireland, Phil Mickelson drives his Mercedes into 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. > > Theyre called tees replies Phil. > > Well, what on the gods earth are dey for? inquires the Irishman. > > Theyre for resting my balls on when Im driving, says Phil. > Aya, says the Irishman, > > Mercedes thinks of everything!.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 19:01:03 +0000