'So what are those things, laddie?' Asks the attendant.
'They're called tees,' replies Tiger.
'And what would ya be usin 'em for, now?' Inquires the Irishman.
'Well, they're for resting my balls on when I drive,' replies Tiger.
'Aw, Jaysus, Mary an' Joseph!' exclaims The Irish attendant.
'Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything.'