The pope was on tour in the Midwest. Sitting in his limo he was thoroughly taking in the open, spreadout scenery. Italy is so densely populated with narrow streets, the pope's guards never let him drive. "Driver, look, it's nice and spread out, there's no one around. I'd like to drive, if you don't mind."
So the pope and the chauffeur change places. And wouldn't you know it, after just five minutes a sheriff's deputy pulls the limo over. The deputy looks in the car. Then he calls the Sheriff on his radio.
"Andy, I've pulled over a limo, but I'm not sure what to do. I think it's someone important."
"Oh, Barney, you've been my deputy for six weeks and you've already pulled over the mayor! What am I going to do with you? Who is it this time, the judge?"
"No."
"The governor?"
"No."
"Well, who in tarnation is it, Barney"
"Well, I'm not sure who he is, but he's got the pope driving him!"
Alan |
