So… the Pope, the President Of The United States and a backpacker find themselves together on a small charter plane (it could happen).
An hour into the flight they are settled in the cabin, when a series of loud bangs emanates from the flight deck. Going forward, they encounter a scene of devastation.
The aircraft has clearly hit a flock of large geese – the pilot is dead and the controls are smashed beyond use. At this point the plane goes into a rolling turn, then begins spiralling groundward.
The three men struggle to the storage lockers at the rear of the cabin and opening one, the President finds a parachute.
The Pope says, “I should have that. As the Holy Father, for millions of people, I am the conduit between them and God.”
The President snarls, “Screw that, buddy. I’m the Leader Of The Free World – three hundred million Americans depend on me.”
And so saying he straps on the device, roughly elbows the old man aside, opens the door and jumps out.
So then the backpacker opens another locker and discovers two more parachutes.
He hands one to His Holiness and straps the other on himself.
As the two men cross to the open door, the backpacker begins giggling uncontrollably.
“I fail to see anything humourous in this situation,” says the Pontiff, frowning, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, I was just picturing the Leader Of The Free World – trying desperately to find a handle on my backpack.”
My name’s Cornelius – don’t forget to tip your waitress.