After getting all of Pope
Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo, and He doesn't travel light, the driver
notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb
'Excuse me, Your
Holiness,' 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 Pontiff floors
it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.
'Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!'
pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they
hear sirens. 'Oh, dear God, I'm gonna lose my license,' moans the driver.
The
Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop 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,' says the Chief.
'I don't think we want to do that -
he's really important,' said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed, 'All the more
reason!'
'No, I mean really important,' said the cop.
The Chief then
asked, 'Who have you got there, the Mayor?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
Chief:
'Governor?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
'Well,' said the Chief, 'Who is it?'
Cop:
'I think it's God!'
Chief: 'What makes you think it's God?'
Cop: 'He's got
the HOLY Pope as a
chauffeur!'