After getting all of Pope Benedict XVI's luggage loaded into the car, 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 leaving the
airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating 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 going to lose my license," moans the driver. The Pope
pulls over and rolls down the window as the policeman approaches, but the
policeman takes one look at him, goes back to his motorbike, 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 policeman tells him that he's stopped a Car going a
hundred and five. "So charge him," says the Chief.
"I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," said the
policeman.
The Chief exclaimed, "All the more reason!"
"No, I mean really important," said the policeman.
The Chief then asked, "Who have you got there, the Mayor?"
Policeman: "Bigger."
Chief: "The Prime Minister?"
Policeman: "Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
Policeman: "I think it's God!"
Chief: "What makes you think it's God?"
Policeman: "He's got the f***ing Pope as a chauffeur!!"
