I guess you could call this short story a wee break from the golf course. Read on and you will see what I mean.
Rory McIlroy was driving through his home country of Northern Ireland, when he realised he needed to take a wee break.
So, he drove his new Mercedes into a petrol station on the edge of a small village.
The petrol station attendant greeted him in a typical Irish manner, pleased to see a flash car in the village, which was a relatively rare sight and he was totally unaware who the golf pro was.
“Top o’ the mornin to ya – be fillin’ it up for ya, will we?” the filling station attendant asked.
Just as Rory got out of the car to go for his wee, two golf tees fell out of his pocket onto the ground.
“What are those things, laddie?” the attendant asked him.
“They are called tees,” replied Rory.
“And what would ya be usin ’em for, now?” inquired the Irishman.
“Well, they are for resting my balls on when I drive,” replied Rory.
“Aw,Jaysus, Maryan’ Joseph!” exclaimed the petrol station attendant. “Those fellas at Mercedes think of everything…”
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