airport, puts the luggage in the boot and gets
in to leave, then he notices that the Pope is
still standing on the curb.
"Excuse me, Your Eminence," says the driver,
"Would you please take your seat so we can
leave?" "Well, to tell you the truth," says the
Pope, "They never let me drive at the Vatican,
and I'd really like to drive today."
"I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that. I'd
lose my job! And what if something should
happen?" protests the driver, wishing he'd
never gone to work that morning. "There might
be something extra in it for you," says the
Pope.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as
the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver
quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting
the airport, the Supreme Pontiff floors it,
accelerating the limo to 105mph.
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleads the worried
driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal
until they hear sirens. "Oh, wonderful. Now I'm
really gonna lose my license," moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the
patrolman approaches, but the cop takes one look at
him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the
radio. "I need to talk to the Chief," he says to the
dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him
that he's stopped a limo going a hundred and five.
"So bust him," said the Chief. "I don't think we want
to do that - he's really important," said the cop.
"All the more reason."
"No, I mean really important," said the cop.
"What'd ya got there, the Mayor?"
"Bigger."
"The Governor?"
"Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
"I think it's God!"
"What makes you think it's God?"
"Well, He's got the Pope driving for Him!"