Okay, there was this cab driver who really, really hated lawyers so much that he had a psychotic adversion that would cause him to run over any lawyer he saw.
So he was driving down the streets of New York one day and saw a man in a business suit with a brief case walking out of the court house on 23rd street. His eyes burned red with hatred and he ran his car onto the sidewalk, hitting everything and everyone in sight just to kill that lawyer. He came to with his car destroyed and the lawyer laying dead on his hood.
Next day he was driving down the street and saw the Pope on the side of the street, his fear rose as if this was God's way of punishing him, but then matters got worse as the Pope flagged him down. In fear he pulled over and picked up the Pope. The Pope and him talked on their way to his destination, and then wouldn't you know it...the driver saw a Lawyer. With his holiness in the car he started to swerve towards the Lawyer, but at the last minute he turned and heard a loud thump. Then he looked to the Pope and said "Oh father...I am so sorry!"
The Pope looked at him and said..."Damn right you're sorry...
...you missed...I had to open the door and hit him."
