It’s not every day you see a luxury limousine tearing down a Midwestern highway at 90 mph—and it’s even rarer when you see who is behind the wheel.
During a grand cross-country tour of America, the famous Popemobile unexpectedly broke down, forcing the Pope to continue his journey in a rented stretch limousine.
As they cruised down the highway, the Pontiff struck up a conversation with his starstruck driver. Deeply moved by the driver’s warmth, the Pope confessed a long-hidden wish: “You know, before I was chosen for this role, I loved to drive. Now, they never let me near a steering wheel. Would you mind if we switched places just for a bit?”
The honored driver couldn’t say no. They swapped seats, and soon enough, the Pope was thoroughly enjoying himself—elbow resting out the window, radio playing, completely oblivious to the fact that his foot was heavy on the gas pedal.
Naturally, a state trooper’s flashing sirens quickly shattered the peace.
The trooper walked up to the driver’s side window, took one look at the man in the white skullcap, and froze. Without saying a word, he slowly backed away, returned to his motorcycle, and radioed his headquarters.
“Chief, we have a massive problem,” the trooper stammered. “I just pulled someone over who is incredibly important, and I don’t know how to handle it.”
The Chief groaned over the radio. “Don’t tell me you ticketed the State Senator again, Johnson?”
“No, Chief. This guy is way more important than a senator.”
“The Governor?!”
“No… I think he’s even bigger than the Governor.”
The Chief scoffed. “Johnson, please tell me you didn’t just pull over the President’s motorcade.”
“No, Chief. He might actually be more powerful than the President.”
The Chief lost his patience. “Who on earth could possibly be more important than the President of the United States?!”
“I honestly don’t know, Chief,” Johnson whispered, “but he’s got the Pope driving him around!”
