After getting all of The Pope'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, 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?" continues the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that morning. "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 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 going to lose my licence," moans the driver. The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the Police approach, but the policeman takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio. "I need to talk to the Chief Inspector," he says to the dispatcher. The Chief Inspector gets on the radio and the policeman tells him that he's stopped a limo going a hundred and five. "So arrest him," says the Chief. "I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," said the PC. The Chief exclaimed," All the more reason!" "No, I mean really important," said the PC. The Chief then asked, "Who've you got there, the Mayor?" PC: "Bigger." Chief: "MP?" PC: "Bigger." "Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?" PC: "I think it must be God!" Chief: "What makes you think it's God? PC: "He's got the Pope as a chauffeur!!"