A fellow goes into a golf shop in Scotland and sees a number of unique
head covers, the most unusual one being the head of a rat. He takes it
to the shop owner and asks how much.
"Well, laddie," the old gent replies, "The clubhead cover'll be $10
American, but for a thousand more you get to here the grand story
behind it."
"Here's the $10," the man replies. "I'll take the cover. You can keep
the story."
The next day, on the links of St. Andrews, the man is walking down the
Road Hole. Suddenly, several rats scurry out of the sewers and start
to follow him. He begins to run, but rats keep appearing from
everywhere-from the sewers and from the fairway creek. He's almost
exhausted and out of breath when he reaches the cliffs overlooking the
sea. Intuitively, he rips the head cover from his driver and heaves it
into the sea. The rats follow it into the water. Upon leaving the
course, the man returns immediately to the little golf shop.
The old Scotsman sees him and with a sly smile says, "Aye, laddie, and
I'd be suspectin' that you came back for the story, eh?"
"Well, actually," the man replies, "I was hoping you had a cover
shaped like an attorney."