An elderly Pope landed in New York City, not to a grand procession or a crowd of cheering faithful, but to a waiting limousine. As he approached the car, a mischievous glint lit up his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he motioned to the driver and said, “Could I ask you a favor?” “Of course, Your Holiness!” the driver replied eagerly, already honored by the presence of such an important figure.
“I never get to drive anymore,” the Pope said with a playful grin. “Would you mind letting me take the wheel for a change?” The driver hesitated, unsure of what to do. But, being unable to refuse, he stepped aside and let the Pope slide into the driver’s seat.
Moments later, the Pope was speeding through the streets of New York, his white robe billowing as he zoomed past traffic, reaching speeds of over 100 mph. Naturally, a police cruiser soon pulled them over, lights flashing. But when the officer saw who was behind the wheel, he froze. Staring in disbelief, he stepped out of the car, then immediately reached for his radio.
