After getting Pres. Gordon B. Hinckley's entire luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices that the LDS Prophet is still standing on the curb.

"Excuse me, President," says the driver, "Would you please take your seat so we can leave?"

"Well, to tell you the truth," says the Prophet, "they never let me drive at the Church Office Building, and I'd really like to drive today."

"I'm sorry but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! And what if something should happen?" protests the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that morning.

"There might be something extra in it for you," says the Prophet.

Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Prophet climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Lord's Annointed floors it, accelerating the limo to 105 mph.

"Please slow down, President!!!" pleads the worried driver, but the Prophet keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

"Oh, dear, I'm gonna lose my license," moans the driver.

The Prophet pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches but the cop takes one 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 doing a hundred and five.

"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.

The Chief then asked, "Who ya got there, the Mayor?"

Cop: "Bigger."

Chief: "Governor?"

Cop: "Bigger."

"Well," said the Chief, "Who is it?"

Cop: "I think it's God!"

Chief: "What makes you think it's God?"

Cop: "He's got President Hinckley as his chauffeur!!"