Rory McIlroy is driving his new Mercedes in a rural area on his way to Shoal Creek Country Club. He pulls off at a gas station. There are a couple country bumpkins sitting there, whittling wood and chewing tobacco.
As Rory gets out of the 450SL, some tees fall from his pocket onto the cement in the gas station. One of the Alabama crackers says, “Hey, kid. What the heck are those things?”
Rory says, “They are tees. When I am driving, they hold my balls up.”
The country bumpkin says, “Amazing. Those Mercedes folks think of everything.”