After getting all of the Pope's luggage loaded into the limo, 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?"
"Listen" says the Pope, "they never let me drive at the Vatican when I was a cardinal, and I'd really like to drive today."
"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job!" cried the driver.
"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 into the driver's seat. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 100 mph, as if he were on the German autobahn.
"Please slow down, Your Holiness!!!" pleads the poor driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.
"Oh, Lord! 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 100 mph.
"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?"
"Bigger." replies the cop
"Governor?" asks the Chief.
"Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
"I think it's God!"
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious: "What! What on earth makes you think it's God?"
Well, says the cop, "He's got the Pope as a chauffeur."
