Nelson Atwell
Well-Known Member
The Pope and the Limo Driver
After getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo,
(and he doesn't travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is
still standing on the curb.
"Excuse me, Your Holiness," 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 when I was a cardinal, and now as a new Pope, I feel
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?" protests 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," says the Pope with a smile.
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 Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to
105 mph. (Remember, he's a German Pope and drove Mercedes Benz
before).
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleads the worried driver, but the
Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens. "Oh, dear
God, I'm gonna lose my license -- and my job!" moans the driver.
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 with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: " The Governor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "The President?"
Cop: "Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who the heck is it?"
Cop: "I think it's God!"
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, "What makes you think it's God?"
Cop: "He's got the Pope as a chauffeur."
After getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo,
(and he doesn't travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is
still standing on the curb.
"Excuse me, Your Holiness," 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 when I was a cardinal, and now as a new Pope, I feel
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?" protests 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," says the Pope with a smile.
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 Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to
105 mph. (Remember, he's a German Pope and drove Mercedes Benz
before).
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleads the worried driver, but the
Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens. "Oh, dear
God, I'm gonna lose my license -- and my job!" moans the driver.
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 with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: " The Governor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "The President?"
Cop: "Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who the heck is it?"
Cop: "I think it's God!"
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, "What makes you think it's God?"
Cop: "He's got the Pope as a chauffeur."
