mclovin
03-20-2010, 02:10 AM
Resting the Balls
On golf tour in Newfoundland, Canada, and Mike weir drives his new Ford Fusion into a gas station in a remote part of the countryside.
The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
"Top of the morning to you, sir" says the attendant. Weir 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 weir.
"Well, what on God's earth are they for?" inquires the attendant.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Weir.
"Holy cow”, says the Newfoundlander, "Ford thinks of everything
On golf tour in Newfoundland, Canada, and Mike weir drives his new Ford Fusion into a gas station in a remote part of the countryside.
The pump attendant, obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him completely unaware of who the golfing pro is.
"Top of the morning to you, sir" says the attendant. Weir 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 weir.
"Well, what on God's earth are they for?" inquires the attendant.
"They're for resting my balls on when I'm driving", says Weir.
"Holy cow”, says the Newfoundlander, "Ford thinks of everything