The Pope was in New York for a two day visit. He was being driven from event to event in his limousine, by his personal chauffeur. On their way out of New York, they were cruising along the highway and the Pope was enjoying the excellent weather. He suddenly got into a very impulsive mood.
The Pope asked his chauffeur to pull over. When the chauffeur asked why, the Pope explained that he had not driven in so many years, and wished to once again feel the wheel and sit in the drivers seat. The Pope being the Pope, the chauffeur's protests were quickly put down and he allowed the Pope to take the driver's seat.
"Come, my son, please, you relax, sit in the back" the Pope requested of the Chauffeur. Again, despite his protests, the chauffeur eventually complied and moved into the back. With this, the Pope started up the car and began driving away.
It had been a very long time since he had driven, and he was never much good at it anyways, and the result was a limousine weaving in and out of lanes at variable speeds. The Highway patrol immediately spotted this and sped up to the limo. They flashed their lights and signaled for the limo to pull over.
The cop in the drivers seat got out and walked up to the limo while his partner stayed in the car. Less than a minute later, he returned completely white in the face. His partner asked "what's wrong?"
The first cop responded "Bill, this is big."
"What do you mean?"
"This is bigger than the governor."
"Bigger than the governor?"
"Bigger than Madonna, Bill."
"Well, who in the hell is it?"
"I don't know, but whoever it is he's got the Pope as his chauffeur!"
