the driver notices the Pope still standing on the curb.
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 when I was a cardinal, and now that I'm Pope, I'd
really like to drive today.'
'I'm sorry, Your Holiness, 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.
for you,' says the Pope with a smile.
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,
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.
a limo going a hundred and five.
'I don't think we want to do that, he's really big,' said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed, 'All the more reason!'
'No, I mean really important,' said the cop with a bit of
Chief: 'The Governor?'
Chief: 'The President?'
'Well,' said the Chief, 'Who is it?'
Cop: 'I think it's God!'
The Chief is stumped, 'You been drinking, John?'
Cop: 'No Sir.'
Chief : 'Then what makes you think it's God?'
Cop: 'He's got the Pope as a chauffeur.'