I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that the Pope doesn’t get to drive around much. Probably comes with the territory. But I’m curious…if given the chance, how well do you think he could do in his own Pope-mobile? Would he be a speed freak or putt along like he’s always on a “Sunday drive?”
Well wonder no more…here’s a story to explain how it all went down…
The Pope is visiting New York. A limo driver meets him at the airport. After getting all of the Popes’ 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, 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.
“There might be something extra in it for 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, dear God, I’m gonna lose my license,” moans the driver, wishing he’d never gone to work that morning. 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 on a city street.
“So bust him,” says the Chief.
“I don’t think we want to do that, he’s really important,” says the cop.
The Chief exclaims, “All the more reason!”
“No, I mean really important,” the cop says. The Chief then asks, “Who ya got there – the Mayor?”
“Well,” says the Chief, “who is it?”
Cop: “I think it’s God!”
Chief: “What makes you think it’s God?”
Cop: “He’s got the Pope for a limo driver!”