The Pope comes to America. Of course, he’s very busy.
Masses, rallies, dinners, events, etc. For security, he has
the same limo driver daily.
One evening at a banquet, he sees a chance to sneak
away unnoticed. He goes out back, finds his limo, knocks
on the window and finds the driver lounging in the rear seat
eating a huge sandwich with his feet up on the seat.

Driver: Your holiness! I’m so sorry. Where can I take you?
Forgive me!
Pope: Sit, eat, my son. Truthfully, I’d like to take the car for
a drive. I’m the Pope, and everything is done for me. I’ve
never driven an automobile. Please allow me.
Driver: Certainly, Your Holiness. Let me assist.
Pope: Sit, my son. Finish your dinner.
The Pope begins to drive. Naturally, he is not very good at it
as he has never done this before. After hitting several
parked cars, lamp posts, and stop signs, he is pulled over
by a state trooper.
The police man gets out of his cruiser, approaches the
driver’s window and knocks. The Pope lowers the window,
Trooper eyes the scene and retreats to his cruiser. Immedi-
ately, he grabs his cell phone and phones the governor.
Trooper: Governor, this is State Trooper Wilson. I’ve just
pulled over the most important person in the world for a
serious traffic violation but I don’t know what to do.
Gov: Wilson, who could you possibly have pulled over?
Trooper: I have no idea, but he’s sitting in the back seat of a
limo, eating a sandwich and the Pope is his driver!

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