After getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices 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, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job!"
"Who's going to tell?" says the Pope with a smile.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 kph.
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal, until suddenly they hear a siren.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as a cop approaches.
"Oh, dear God, I'm going to lose my license -- and my job!" moans the driver.
But the officer takes one look at the Pope, 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 155 kph.
"So bust him," says the Chief.
"I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," says the cop.
The Chief exclaims, "All the more reason!"
"No, I mean really important," says the cop with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asks, "Who do you have there, the mayor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "A senator?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "The Prime Minister?"
Cop: "Even bigger."
"Well," asks the Chief, "who is it?"
Cop: "I think it's God!"
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, "What makes you think it's God?"
Cop: "His chauffeur is the Pope!"
"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, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job!"
"Who's going to tell?" says the Pope with a smile.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 kph.
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal, until suddenly they hear a siren.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as a cop approaches.
"Oh, dear God, I'm going to lose my license -- and my job!" moans the driver.
But the officer takes one look at the Pope, 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 155 kph.
"So bust him," says the Chief.
"I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," says the cop.
The Chief exclaims, "All the more reason!"
"No, I mean really important," says the cop with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asks, "Who do you have there, the mayor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "A senator?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "The Prime Minister?"
Cop: "Even bigger."
"Well," asks the Chief, "who is it?"
Cop: "I think it's God!"
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, "What makes you think it's God?"
Cop: "His chauffeur is the Pope!"
