A golfer is heading home after a round with the boys, and stops at the grocery store, to appease his better half. He walks out of the store, arms full of groceries, and realizes that he can't quite get to the keys to his Rolls Royce, in his pants pocket, and he's also leery of setting the bags on his car and possibly scratching the paint job.
So he glances around the parking lot and sees a young blonde about to get into her car a few spaces over. "Excuse me," he calls over, "I really hate to ask this, but could you possibly get my keys out of my pocket for me?" The blonde gives him a suspicious look, then realizes his situation and comes over. When she pulls the keys from his pocket, a pair of golf tees falls to the ground.
"What are those for?" she asks.
"Oh, the tees? They're to put my balls on when I drive."
The blonde looks amazed, and says, "Wow, those Rolls Royce people think of everything!"
So he glances around the parking lot and sees a young blonde about to get into her car a few spaces over. "Excuse me," he calls over, "I really hate to ask this, but could you possibly get my keys out of my pocket for me?" The blonde gives him a suspicious look, then realizes his situation and comes over. When she pulls the keys from his pocket, a pair of golf tees falls to the ground.
"What are those for?" she asks.
"Oh, the tees? They're to put my balls on when I drive."
The blonde looks amazed, and says, "Wow, those Rolls Royce people think of everything!"