A Special Driver
President Hinckley was returning to Salt Lake City from a trip to South America. As usual, a limousine was waiting for him at the airport.
After getting all of President Hinckley's luggage loaded into the limo the chauffeur held the passenger door open and waited for President Hinckley to get in. As the chauffeur waited he realized that the Prophet was just standing at the curb. The chauffeur asked, "Excuse me President, would you please take your seat now so we can be on our way"?
President Hinckley replied, "You know, they won't let me drive since I became the prophet. To tell you the truth I'd really like to drive today".
The chauffeur protested, "I'm sorry, President, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! What if something should happen"? Just about now the chauffeur was wishing he'd never gone to work that morning. President Hinckley just stood there smiling with a twinkle in his eye.
Reluctantly, the chauffeur got into the back seat as President Hinckley climbed in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regretted his decision when, after exiting the airport, the prophet floored it, accelerating to 105 mph.
The chauffeur pleaded, "PLEASE slow down President!", but President Hinckley kept the pedal to the metal until they heard sirens. "Oh, dear, I'm going to lose my job AND my license" moaned the remorseful chauffeur.
President Hinckley pulled over and rolled down the window as the officer approached. The officer took a good, long look at President Hinckley. Then, without a word, went back to his motorcycle, and got on the radio.
The officer told the dispatcher "I need to talk to the Chief". The Chief got on the radio and the officer told him that he had stopped a limo going 105 mph.
"So BUST him" said the Chief.
The officer tried to explain, "I don't think we want to do that, he's really important".
The Chief exclaimed "All the more reason"!
"No", said the officer, "I mean REALLY important".
The Chief then asked, "Who do you have there, the mayor"?
Officer: "Bigger".
Chief: "A senator"?
Officer: "BIGGER".
Chief: "President Bush"?
Officer: "B I G G E R"!
"GOOD GRIEF MAN", exclaimed the Chief, "who IS it"?
The officer reverently revealed, "I think it's God".
The Chief hesitantly asked, "What makes you think it's God"?
The officer replied, "His chauffeur is President Hinckley".
(hee~hee~hee...)
After getting all of President Hinckley's luggage loaded into the limo the chauffeur held the passenger door open and waited for President Hinckley to get in. As the chauffeur waited he realized that the Prophet was just standing at the curb. The chauffeur asked, "Excuse me President, would you please take your seat now so we can be on our way"?
President Hinckley replied, "You know, they won't let me drive since I became the prophet. To tell you the truth I'd really like to drive today".
The chauffeur protested, "I'm sorry, President, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! What if something should happen"? Just about now the chauffeur was wishing he'd never gone to work that morning. President Hinckley just stood there smiling with a twinkle in his eye.
Reluctantly, the chauffeur got into the back seat as President Hinckley climbed in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regretted his decision when, after exiting the airport, the prophet floored it, accelerating to 105 mph.
The chauffeur pleaded, "PLEASE slow down President!", but President Hinckley kept the pedal to the metal until they heard sirens. "Oh, dear, I'm going to lose my job AND my license" moaned the remorseful chauffeur.
President Hinckley pulled over and rolled down the window as the officer approached. The officer took a good, long look at President Hinckley. Then, without a word, went back to his motorcycle, and got on the radio.
The officer told the dispatcher "I need to talk to the Chief". The Chief got on the radio and the officer told him that he had stopped a limo going 105 mph.
"So BUST him" said the Chief.
The officer tried to explain, "I don't think we want to do that, he's really important".
The Chief exclaimed "All the more reason"!
"No", said the officer, "I mean REALLY important".
The Chief then asked, "Who do you have there, the mayor"?
Officer: "Bigger".
Chief: "A senator"?
Officer: "BIGGER".
Chief: "President Bush"?
Officer: "B I G G E R"!
"GOOD GRIEF MAN", exclaimed the Chief, "who IS it"?
The officer reverently revealed, "I think it's God".
The Chief hesitantly asked, "What makes you think it's God"?
The officer replied, "His chauffeur is President Hinckley".
(hee~hee~hee...)
posted by Kathleen Hawkins at 10:59 PM
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