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> After getting all his luggage loaded in the limo, and His Holiness
doesn't
> travel light, the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the
> curb.
>
> Hey, Mr. Pope.." says the driver in accented English, "Why have you not
> seated yourself in this excellent limo?"
> "Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope, "They never let me drive at
> the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive."
>
> "That is very much against the rules!" protests the driver, wishing he'd
> never left Calcutta.
>
> "There might be something extra in it for you," says the Pope.
>
> Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope gets in behind the
> wheel. He quickly regrets his decision when, after clearing the airport,
> the Pope accelerates the limo to 105 mph.
>
> "Please be driving not so rapidly, Mr. Pope," pleads the worried driver,
> but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal. Then they hear the siren.
>
> "Oh, my God, now I am surely losing my license," moans the driver.
>
> The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the patrolman
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 dispatch.
>
> The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped a
limo
> going a hundred and five. "So bust him," said the Chief. "I think the
> guy's a big shot," said the cop. "All the more reason."
> "No, I mean really a big shot," said the cop.
> "What'd ya got there, the Mayor?"
> "Bigger."
> "Governor."
> "Bigger."
> "Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
> "I don't know", said the cop, "but he's got the Pope driving for him."
>
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