After getting all of Pope Benedict’s luggage loaded into the limo, and he does not 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 that 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 had never gone 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 whne, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph. (Remember he is German).
“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 big,” 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 ya got there, the Mayor?”
Cop: “Bigger.”
Chief: “The Governor?”
Cop: “Bigger.”
Chief:”The President?”
Cop:”Bigger.”
“Well,”says the Chief,”Who is it?”
Cop: “I think it’s God.”
The Chief is stumped, “You have been drinking, John?”
Cop: “No, Sir”
Chief: “Then what makes you think it is God?”
Cop: “ He’s got the Pope as a chauffeur."
