When an elderly Pope arrived in New York, there was no parade—just a waiting limo. With a playful sparkle in his eye, he turned to the driver and asked, “Would you do me a favor?”
“Anything, Your Holiness,” the driver replied.
“I never get to drive anymore. Mind if I take the wheel?”
Though unsure, the driver agreed.
Moments later, the Pope was flying down the highway at over 100 mph. Sure enough, they were pulled over. But when the officer saw who was driving, he backed away and radioed his superior.
“I just pulled over someone really important.”
“More important than the mayor?”
“Yes.”
“The governor?”
“Higher.”
“The President?”
“Even higher.”
“Then who?”
“I’m not sure… but the Pope’s his driver!”
In another tale, a priest got pulled over for speeding. The officer noticed the strong smell of alcohol and an empty wine bottle on the floor.
“Father, have you been drinking?”
“No, just water,” the priest said.
“Then why does it smell like wine?”
The priest looked down and gasped, “Good Lord—He did it again!”
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