Even the Holiest Need a Joyride (and a Laugh)
When the Pope landed in New York, there were no choirs or fanfare—just a sleek black limo. With a mischievous smile,
he asked the stunned chauffeur, “Mind if I drive?” Moments later, the Pope was speeding through Manhattan at 100 mph, robe flying, grinning like a kid.
A cop pulled the limo over but froze at the sight. Radioing his sergeant, he said, “The driver’s someone important.”
“Like the mayor?”
“Higher.”
“Governor?”
“Higher.”
“President?”
“Not sure who’s in the back… but the Pope is driving him.”
And then there’s the priest pulled over for speeding, with an empty wine bottle on the floor.
“Have you been drinking, Father?”
“No, just water,” he replied.
“Then why does it smell like wine?”
The priest looked down and gasped, “Blessed be! He’s done it again!”
These stories remind us: even the holiest need a laugh—and maybe a little speed—once in a while.
