After getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo, (and he doesn't travel light), the driver noticed the Pope still standing on the curb.
"Excuse me, Your Holiness," 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 when I was a
Cardinal, and now that I'm Pope, 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?" protested the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that morning.
"Who's going to tell? Besides, there might be something extra in it for you," said the Pope with a smile.
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 Pontiff floored it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph (remember, he's German).
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleaded the worried driver, but the Pope kept the pedal to the
metal until they heard sirens. "Oh, Dear God, I'm gonna lose my license -- and my job!" moaned the driver.
The Pope pulled over and rolled down the window as the cop approached, but the cop 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 cop told 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 big," said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed, "All the more reason!"
"No, I mean really important," said the cop with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"
"Bigger."
"The Governor?"
"Bigger."
"The President?"
"Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
"I think it's God!"
The Chief was stumped. "You been drinking, John?"
"No Sir."
"Then what makes you think it's God?"
"He's got the Pope as a chauffeur."
