A few years ago Tiger Woods played a couple of rounds of golf in Ireland, and one evening after a round at a local course, his car broke down and he had to hitch-hike back to his hotel. A passing farmer stopped and picked him up. Not knowing who Tiger was, nor indeed, anything about golf, the farmer started a friendly conversation with the American legend.
Soon the talk turned to cars and Tiger told the Irishman about the car he drove in the States and how comfortable it was and the way it was easy on his legs and arms because of power steering, automatic transmission, cruise control etc. After a while the conversation trailed off and Tiger began to relax. He took a few golf tees from his pocket and placed them in the ash tray. "What are they "? asked the farmer. "They are my tees" answered Tiger. "Oh" said the country man "and what are they for?"
Tiger said, "They're for putting my balls on".
"Feck me" said the farmer, "youse Yanks think of everything!"
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