After getting all of The Pope's luggage loaded into the limo, (and he
doesn't travel light), the driver in New York City
notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb.
"Excuse a-me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please-a
take-a your seat so we can-a 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-a sorry but I cannot-a let you do that. I'd-a lose-a my job!
And what if-a something should-a 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 exiting
the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.
"Please a- 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-a gonna lose a my licence," 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-a 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 a think we wanna do that, he's a-really important," said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed," All the more reason!"
"No, I mean a really important," said the cop.
The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"
"Bigger than the President? - ridiculous," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
Cop: "I think it's God!"
Chief: "What makes you think it's God?"
Cop: "He's got the Pope as a chauffeur!!"