The driver

A limo driver, after getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the
limo (and he doesn't travel light), notices that the Pope is still standing
on the curb.
"Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your
seat so we can leave?
"Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope, "they never let me drive at
the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive today"
"I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that.  I'd lose my job! What if something
should happen?" protests the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that
morning.
"There might be something extra in it for you," says the Pope.
 

Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the
wheel.  The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the
Supreme Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.
 

"Please slow down, Your Holiness!!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope
keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.
"Oh, my God, I'm gonna lose my license," moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop 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 dispatcher. 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 don't think we want to do that; he's really important," said the cop.
The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "Governor?"
Cop: "Bigger."
Chief: "Senator?"
Cop: "Bigger."
"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"
Cop: "I think it's Jesus!"
Chief: "What makes you think it's Jesus?"
Cop: "He's got the Pope for a limo driver!"