After getting all of President Monson’s luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices that President Monson is still standing on the curb.
‘Excuse me, says the driver, ‘Would you please take your seat so we can leave?’
‘Well, to tell you the truth,’ said President Monson, ‘they never let me drive and I’d really like to drive today.’
‘I’m sorry, but I cannot let you do that. I’d lose my job! What if something should happen’ protests the driver, wishing he’d never gone to work that morning.
‘Who’s going to tell’ says President Monson with a big smile.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as President Monson climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after entering the highway he floors it, accelerating the limo to 95 miles ph.
‘Please slow down pleads the worried driver, but President Monson keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.
‘Oh, dear God, I’m going to lose my license — and my job!’ moans the driver.
President Monson pulls over and rolls down the window with a big smile as the cop approaches. The cop takes one good look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.
‘I need to talk to the Chief,’ he says to the dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he’s stopped a limo going 95 miles ph.
‘So bust him,’ says the Chief.
‘I don’t think we want to do that, he’s really important,’ said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed, ‘All the more reason!’
‘No, I mean really important,’ said the cop with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asked, ‘Who do you have there, the mayor?’
Chief: ‘A senator?’
Chief: ‘The President?’
Chief: ‘The Pope?’
‘Well,’ said the Chief, ‘who is it?’
Cop: ‘I think it’s God!’
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, ‘What makes you think it’s God?’
Cop: ‘His chauffeur is President Monson !’