The Pope arrives at JFK and he’s met at a baggage claim by a driver in a bad suit and a clip-on tie, holding a hand-lettered sign that says, “Pope.”
After getting all the Pope’s luggage loaded in the limo-and His Holiness doesn’t travel light, the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb.
“Hey, Mr. Pope,” says the driver in accented English, “Why have you not seated yourself in the excellent limo?”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” says the Pope, “They never let me drive at the Vatican, and I’d really like to drive.”
“That is very much against the rules!” protested the driver, wishing he’d never left Calcutta.
“There might be something extra in it for you,” said the Pope.