The Pope’s chauffeur arrives at an airport to pick up His Holiness. After loading his luggage into the limo, the chauffeur notices that the Pope hasn’t got into the back of the car.
“Pardon me, Your Holiness,” says the chauffeur, “Could you please get in so we can leave?”
“No,” says the Pope, “they never let me drive at the Vatican. I’d really like to drive today.”
“I’m sorry but there’s no way I can allow that. I’d lose my job! And what if something happens to you?” protests the chauffeur.
“I’ll pay you double,” says the Pope.
After a moment’s thought, the chauffeur agrees, and gets in the back as the Pope takes his place behind the wheel. The man instantly 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 ignores him. After a while, the man hears a siren.
“Oh no, I’m going lose my licence,” shrieks 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 squad car, 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 give him a ticket,” says the Chief.
“I don’t think we should do that, he’s a pretty important guy,” said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed,” All the more reason to book him then!”
“No, I mean really important,” said the cop.
The Chief then asked, “So who is it then, the Mayor?”
“Governor?” The Chief asked.
“Well,” said the Chief, “Who is it?”
“I think it’s God!” the cop exclaimed.
“What makes you think that?”
“Well for one thing, he’s got the Pope as a chauffeur!”