An elderly Pope landed in New York City, not to a grand procession but to a waiting limousine. As he approached, a mischievous glint lit his eyes.

Waving over the driver, he asked, “Could I ask you a favor?” “Of course, Your Holiness!” the driver replied eagerly. “I never get to drive anymore,” the Pope said. “Would you mind letting me take the wheel?” Though hesitant, the driver couldn’t say no. Moments later, the Pope was behind the wheel, speeding through the streets at over 100 mph. Unsurprisingly, a police cruiser soon pulled them over.

But when the officer saw who was driving, he backed away in shock and called his sergeant. “I’ve pulled over a limo, but the driver is… someone really important.” “More important than the mayor?” the sergeant asked. “Much more.” “The governor?” “Still higher.” “The President?” “Even higher.” “Then who is it?!”