The Pope goes to New York. He is picked up at the airport by a limousine.
Did I say no?
He looks at the beautiful car and says to the driver, ”You know, I hardly ever get to drive. Would you please let me?”
The driver is understandably hesitant and says, ”I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m supposed to do that.”
But the pope persists, ”Please?”
The driver finally lets up. ”Oh, all right, I can’t really say no to the pope.”
So the pope takes the wheel, and boy, is he a speed demon! He hits the gas and goes around 100 mph in a 45 zone. A policeman notices and pulls him over. The cop walks up and asks the pope to roll down the window. Startled and surprised, the young officer asks the pope to wait a minute. He goes back to his patrol car and radios the chief.
Cop: ”Chief, I have a problem.”
Chief: ”What sort of problem?”
Cop: ”Well, you see, I pulled over this guy for driving way over the speed limit but it’s someone really important.”
Chief: ”Important like the mayor?”
Cop: ”No, no, much more important than that.”
Chief: ”Important like the governor?”
Cop: ”Wayyyyyy more important than that.”
Chief: ”Like the president?”
Cop: ”More.”
Chief: ”Who’s more important than the president?”
Cop: ”I don’t know, but he’s got the pope DRIVING for him!”
