As my mind raced back, this oldie sped to mind:

After getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices the Pope is still standing on the curb.

"Excuse me, Your Holiness," requests the driver, "Would you please take your seat so we can leave?"

"Well, to tell you the truth," the Pope reveals, "they never let me drive at the Vatican when I was a cardinal, and I'd really like to drive today."

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, 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..

"Who"s going to tell?" says the Pope with a smile.

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 Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 kph..

"Please slow down, your Holiness!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

"Oh, dear God, I'm going to lose my license -- and my job!" moans the driver.

The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the  officer approaches but, taking one look at him,   the officer goes back to his motorcycle and gets on the radio, "I need to talk to the Chief," he informs the dispatcher.

The Chief gets on the radio and the officer tells him that he's stopped a limo going 205 kph.

"So ticket him," orders the Chief.

"I don't think we want to do that -- he's really important," the officer informs.

The Chief exclaims, "All the more reason!"

"No, I mean really important," persists the officer.

The Chief then inquires, "Who do you have there, the mayor?"

"Bigger."

"A senator?" offers the Chief.

"Bigger."

"Heavens, exclaims the Chief, the Prime Minister?"

"Bigger."

"Well," said the Chief, "who is it?"

"I think it"s God!" exclaims the officer.

"God?" even more puzzled and curious, "What makes you think it"s God?"

"His chauffeur is the Pope!"



Still got that Holy Water recipe, Steve?