Bonus

["Mahoney, John" <jmahoney@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

The Pope's plane landed in Kenosha for a visit.  The mayor had spared no
expense.  The red carpet was laid, the ground was scrubbed for kissing and a
pearl white Ambassador V-8 limousine was waiting.  The mayor had obtained
the very best for His Holiness so it was an awe-inspiring, jewel-encrusted,
gold-trimmed Papal dream machine.. 
As the Pope walked across the tarmac toward the limo, he caught his breath
and felt compelled to do something most unusual.  He asked its chauffeur if
he could drive.  Not daring to deny a Pope's request, the chauffeur helped
the Pontiff into the driver's seat and then -he- sat in the rear
compartment. 
With the Pope as pilot and tires screeching, that marvelous car took off
onto the highway, quickly reaching over one hundred miles per hour. 
Less than two minutes later, the Pope spotted flashing red and blue lights
in the rear-view mirror.  He pulled over and lowered his window. 
A patrolman approached from his Matador cruiser.  "Is there a problem,
officer?" the Pope asked --- in a most kindly and obedient voice. 
Taken aback, the officer stammered, "Uh..I..I...excuse me sir, uh...no,
nothing wrong.  I...uhh...just wanted to welcome you to our city." 
As the officer returned to his cruiser, the Ambo peeled out again at high
speed. 
"Why didn't you give that guy a ticket?" the officer's partner wondered.
"Oh, you don't give a ticket to that guy: he's too big." the office said. 
The partner asked, "Oh really, who was he?  Was he the mayor?" 
"No, not the mayor. That guy was way bigger than the mayor!" 
"Who was he?  The Governor?  The President?  Bill Gates?" 
"No, that guy was -way- more powerful than they are." 
"OK, so who -was- it then?" wondered his partner. 
"I couldn't see, but his -chauffeur- was the Pope."
"Wow, I never even knew HE liked AMCs!