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The Pope was on another one of his whirlwind visits, this time to Spain. His dawn to dusk schedule wore out his staff, the reporters, and most of all his Popemobile driver named Pedro. By the end of the day, Pedro was nodding off at the wheel on the way to the last grand event of the day, a mass at a stadium in Seville. The Pope, a caring person, asked Pedro if he would like a break. Poor Pedro, exhausted, reluctantly said OK. The Pope said that he would be glad to drive the Popemobile the rest of the way to the stadium - he loved to get behind the wheel once in a while. Pedro headed for the back seat to snooze for the rest of the trip to the stadium. The Popemobile convoy pulled up to the stadium VIP entrance. The nervous rookie security guard commanded the convoy to stop and checked for identification and passes. He radioed to the security headquarters that a bunch of VIPs had just pulled up. The security chief screamed back on the radio, asking if the king had arrived. The rookie guard stammered, no, the king hadn't arrived. The security chief then asked if the President had arrived. Again, the rookie said, no, uhh, the President hadn't arrived yet. The security chief began to blow his top and screamed back, "Well, rookie, who arrived, God?" The rookie looked over at the Popemobile and proudly answered back, "Chief, that could be, because the Pope is driving him around!" |