It is the Pope's first week at his new job. He is given a nice clean Phaeton with a driver to get around. This is a beautiful car. Armored, with a powerful motor, lots of room, and dark tinted windows. He wants to see how it handles. So he tells the driver "Please switch places with me. I want to drive this car and see how it feels."
"OK", says the driver reluctantly. He hands the pope the keys and goes and sits in the back. After all, he is the boss.
The pope hops in the front, fires it up, and take off like a bat out of hell. He likes cars, but he is old, hasn't driven in ages, and is frankly not a very good driver. He speeds off, running red lights. He gets on the Italian autobaun at high speed, weaving all over the road, nearly hitting other cars and near accidents.
An Italian Highway Patrol officers witnesses this driving and decides to pull the car over. He approaches the driver's dark tinted window, which rolls down and he sees the pope sitting there behind the wheel.
"Hold on a minute", says the officer. I'll be right back.
He goes back to his patrol car and gets his supervisor on the radio.
"Listen", he tells his boss. "I seem to have pulled over a very important person for erratic driving. I need to know how to handle this."
"How important?" asks the supervisor.
"Very, very important" the officer answers.
"It is the mayor of Rome?"
"More important".
"Is it a senator?"
"More important"
"Is it the prime minister"?
"More important".
"Is it president of the USA?"
"More important"
"Who on earth could it be!?", asked the supervisor.
"I have no idea.", answers the officer. "But he has the pope driving for him."