The pope is in Mexico visiting. He lowers the partition and kindly asks if he can drive.....

Driver: Excuse me your excellency?

Pope: I said, would you mind if I drive today?

Driver: B..bu...but, sir I will most certainly loose my job if I did that.

Pope: In all these years I have never driven. I used to enjoy driving so very much. I promise, you will not loose your job.

After much deliberation the driver finally concedes. The driver gets out of the front door and holds it open for the Pope. The pope exits the pitch black privacy of the back seat of the the long stretch limo and settles into the drivers seat. The driver assumes his seat in the back.

As soon as they both close the door, the Pope guns it. Like something out of a Vatican NASCAR or a catholic French Connection. He is weaving in and out of traffic; passing on right; jumping over the median; performing 180s and 360s. Inevitably, a cop sees him and the Pope quickly pulls over. The mexican cop walks to the drivers side window.

Cop: 'the hell do you think you are doing!! Let me see your lic.....


the cop is paralyzed in fear. He mumbles, stumbles and goes back to his vehicle.


Cop (on the radio): Capitan!

Capitan: yes corporal what is the matter

Cop: I fucked up. I think I pulled over someone very important

Capitan: Well who is it, Is it the Mayor?

Cop: No, he is more important!

Capitan: Holy shit! is it the president of Mexico

Cop: More important, I think.

Capitan: Is it Obama!?!!

Cop: I think more important

Capitan: Corporal!?! what the hell do you mean "you think"! Who the hell did you pull over?

Cop: Well, Capitan, I am not entirely sure. But he's got the Pope as his chauffeur.