: The Pope

After getting all of Pope Benedict’s luggage loaded into the limo, (and he
doesn’t travel lightly), 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
when I was a cardinal, 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!
And what if something should happen?’ protests the driver, wishing he’d
never come to work that morning.
‘Who’s going to tell? Besides, there might be something extra in it for
you,’ 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, after exiting the
airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph
(remember, he’s a German Pope).
‘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…and my job!’ 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 with a bit of persistence
The Chief then asked, “Who ya got there, the Mayor?”
Cop: “Bigger.”
Chief: “The Governor?”
Cop: “Bigger.”
Chief: “The President?”
Cop: “Bigger.”!
“Well,” said 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: “He’s got the Pope as a chauffeur.”