Holy traffic offence

[dromia]

After getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo

(and he doesn't travel light),

the driver holds the door open

but the Pope just stands there

on the curb.



After an uncomfortable wait the driver finally says,

"Excuse me, Your Holiness,

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."

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"I'm sorry, Your Holiness,

but I can’t let you do that.

I'd lose my job!

And what if something happened?



" protests the driver,



wishing he'd never gone to work that morning.



"Who’s going to tell?”

said the Pope with a smile.

Too intimidated to argue with the Pope,

the driver reluctantly

opens the driver’s side door

for the Pope and then gets in the back.

The driver’s worry turns to panic when,

after exiting the airport,

the Pontiff floors it,

accelerating the limo to 100 mph.

(Remember, he's German.)



"Please slow down, Your Holiness!"

pleads the worried driver,

but the Pope doesn’t let up until they hear sirens.

"Oh,

dear God,

I'm going to lose my job and my license for good!" moans the driver.



The Pope slows down,

pulls over and rolls down the window,

but as the cop approaches,

he takes one look at the Pope,

turns around,

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 that he clocked at a hundred.



"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!

“I’ve had it with these fat cats

who think they’re above the law.”



"No, I mean really important,"

insists the cop.

"Who do you have there, the mayor?"

asked the chief.



"Bigger."



"A senator?"



"Bigger,”

repeated the cop.



"I’m getting really tired of this,”

said the chief.





Unless you’ve stopped the President,

go do your job."



”Um, I’m going out on a limb here,

but I don’t think I should do that, Chief."

"Knock it off with the guessing games, officer!

Who’ve you got there?"

barked the Chief.



"I think it’s God!"

“You trying to be funny with me here?

Cause I’m not laughing!”

yelled the chief.



“Or have you been drinking?

What do you mean

YOU THINK IT’S GOD?!”



“Well Chief…

His chauffeur is the Pope."