THE POPE AND HIS CHAUFFEUR

After getting all of the Pope's luggage loaded into

the limo, (and he doesn't travel light),

the chauffeur notices that the Pope

is still standing on the curb.

"Excuse me, Your Holiness,"

says the chauffeur,

"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 chauffeur,

wishing he'd never gone to work that morning.

"There might be something extra

in it for you," says the Pope.

Reluctantly, the chauffeur 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 slow down, Your Holiness!!!"

pleads the worried chauffeur,

but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal

until they hear sirens.

"Oh, dear God,

I'm gonna lose my licence," moans the chauffeur.

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. 

The Chief then asked,

"Who ya got there, the Mayor?" 

Cop: "Bigger." 

Chief: "Governor? 

Cop: "Bigger." 

"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?" 

Cop: "I think it's God!" 

Chief: "What makes you think it's God?" 

Cop: "Well for one thing,

he's got the Pope as a chauffeur."