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After getting all of the Pope’s luggage loaded into the limo to take him to the airport for his return trip to The Vatican, the driver noticed that the Pope was still standing on the curb.
“Excuse me, Your Eminence,” said the driver, “would you please take your seat so we can leave?”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” said 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?” protested the driver, wishing he’d never gone to work that morning.
“There might be something extra in it for you,” said the Pope.
Reluctantly, the driver got in the back as the Pope climbed in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regretted his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Supreme Pontiff floored it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.
“Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!” pleaded the worried driver, but the Pope kept the pedal to the metal until they heard sirens.
“Oh no, I’m gonna lose my license,” moaned the driver.
The Pope pulled over and rolled down the window as the trooper approached, but the policeman took one look at him, went back to his motorcycle, and got on the radio.
“I need to talk to the Chief,” he said to the dispatcher.
The Chief got on the radio and the policeman told him that he’d stopped a limo going a hundred and five.
“So bust him,” said the Chief.
“I don’t think we want to do that; he’s really important,” answered the cop.
Then the Chief exclaimed, “All the more reason!”
“No, I mean REALLY important,” responded the trooper.
The Chief then asked, “Who ya got there, the mayor?”
“Bigger,” the cop replied.
“Governor?” the Chief asked.
“Bigger.”
“Well,” said the Chief, “who is it?”
“I think it’s God!” exclaimed the policeman.
“What makes you think it’s God?” asked the Chief.
“Well,” answered the cop. “He’s got the Pope for a limo driver!”
“Excuse me, Your Eminence,” said the driver, “would you please take your seat so we can leave?”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” said 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?” protested the driver, wishing he’d never gone to work that morning.
“There might be something extra in it for you,” said the Pope.
Reluctantly, the driver got in the back as the Pope climbed in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regretted his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Supreme Pontiff floored it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.
“Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!” pleaded the worried driver, but the Pope kept the pedal to the metal until they heard sirens.
“Oh no, I’m gonna lose my license,” moaned the driver.
The Pope pulled over and rolled down the window as the trooper approached, but the policeman took one look at him, went back to his motorcycle, and got on the radio.
“I need to talk to the Chief,” he said to the dispatcher.
The Chief got on the radio and the policeman told him that he’d stopped a limo going a hundred and five.
“So bust him,” said the Chief.
“I don’t think we want to do that; he’s really important,” answered the cop.
Then the Chief exclaimed, “All the more reason!”
“No, I mean REALLY important,” responded the trooper.
The Chief then asked, “Who ya got there, the mayor?”
“Bigger,” the cop replied.
“Governor?” the Chief asked.
“Bigger.”
“Well,” said the Chief, “who is it?”
“I think it’s God!” exclaimed the policeman.
“What makes you think it’s God?” asked the Chief.
“Well,” answered the cop. “He’s got the Pope for a limo driver!”
