The Pope was concluding a quiet "unofficial" visit to Washington D.C.

     On his way back to the airport, his chauffeur asks if the Pope has any
     special requests.

     "Why, yes my son I do,"  replies his Popeness. "I haven't driven a car
     since I was a boy in Poland."

     With that the chauffeur, pulls the limo to the curb, hops into the
     back, and lets the Pope drive.

     About five blocks later, a policeman pulls the limo over. In seconds,
     the cop has his ticket book out and is starting the regular "Do you
     know why I pulled you over??" bit, when he realizes that it is the
     Pope behind the wheel.

     The cop immediately backs away and calls the station for guidance.

     "I've just pulled this guy over and he's BIG," reports the cop.

     Used to calls like this, the dispatcher says, "Well is it the Vice
     President?"

     "No, no, he's much BIGGER than that," replies the cop.

     "Well is it President Clinton?", asks the dispatcher.

     Getting more worried by the moment, the cop retorts, "No, like I said
     he's really BIG."

     At this point the dispatcher is starting to get frustrated, so she
     demands, "Well who is it then?"

     To which the cop replies, "I don't know, but he's so BIG that he's got
     the Pope driving."