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THE TAXI DRIVER

                                         THE TAXI DRIVER

          The Pope's chauffeur was driving him to a very special appearance,
       when the car suddenly stopped.  When the chauffeur got up to see why this
       happened, he discovered that all the gas was gone.  The chauffeur explained
       that there was a leak somewhere in the line and that the car would have
       to be towed to a repair shop.

          The Pope was in a hurry to get to his destination, so he left the
       chauffeur to take care of the car and he hailed a taxi.  The Pope entered
       the taxi and instructed the driver to drive as fast as he could to the
       address he had given him.  The driver increased his speed to the maximum.

           The highway police spotted the speeding taxi and directed the driver
       to pull to the side.  The taxi driver began to cry, "My family is gonna
       starve!!! My family is gonna starve!!!" And the Pope said, "What do you
       mean by that?"  

            The taxi driver replied, "I don't have a license and this is the only
       means I have to feed my family."

            The Pope said, "Not to worry.  I have a license and you get into the
       passenger seat in the back."

            The highway police came upon them, and when the policeman saw the
       Pope, he began to apologize profusely Sand waived him on to go.

            When the day was over, the highway policeman reported the day's
       events to the chief of police.  The chief noticed that there was no
       mention of the car he had pulled over, and he asked, "How come you didn't
       ticket that car?"

          The highway policeman said, "Oh no, I couldn't ticket that car," and the
       chief of police asked, "Why not?"  The highway officer said, "Because he
       was carrying a very important passenger."  The chief said, "Who was this
       very important passenger?"  

          "It was very dim and I couldn't see the passenger," the officer said.

          The chief of police asked, "What makes you think that the passenger was
       very important if you couldn't see him?"  

          The officer said, "He had to be important because the Pope was his driver."

                                                      Evelyn Sterngart
      
  


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