During a golf tour in Tasmania, Greg "The Shark" Norman drives his brand new Holden Statesman into a petrol station in a remote part of the Tamar Valley.
The station attendant, obviously knowing nothing about golf, greets him in typical Tassie fashion, completely unaware of who the golfing-pro is.
"How's she motoring, mate?" asks the attendant.
The Shark nods a quick "Hello" and bends forward to grab the petrol nozzle. As he does so, two golf tees fall from his shirt pocket onto the ground.
"What are those for, mate?" asks the attendant.
"They're called tees," replies The Shark.
"Well, what the hell are they for?" inquires the attendant.
"They're for resting my balls on when I drive", says Greg.
"Jesus Christ!" exclaims the Taswegian, "Holden thinks of everything!"