After getting all of Pope John Paul II's luggage loaded into the limo (His
Holiness does not travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is still
standing on the curb.
"Excuse me, Your Eminence," 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 or 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
Supreme Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo 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, my God, I'm gonna lose my licence," moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the patrolman 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," said the Chief "I don't think we want to do that; he's
really important," said the cop.
"All the more reason." "No, I mean really important," said the cop.
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