Queen Elizabeth II was to give a speech at the U.N. She had last been in N.Y. back in the Fifties. The limo’s chauffeur had picked her up a little early and she wanted to see if any of the things she had seen in the Fifties were still around. After the impromptu tour, The Queen said to the chauffeur “You know, driver. I’ve ridden in the back of many limousines, but I’ve never driven one.” “Well, Your Majesty,” the chauffeur responded, “I’ve driven them, but I never rode in the back.” The two of them switched. The Queen was so excited she didn’t notice that she drove through a stoplight. A police officer pulls the limo over and, when he sees who’s behind the wheel, get on the radio with his sergeant. “Sarge, I gotta real big problem here.”

“What is it?”

“I had to pull over some big shot and don’t know what to do.”

“Who is it? An alderman?”

“No, someone bigger.”

“The mayor?”

“Even bigger.”

“The governor?”

“Bigger.”

“A senator or representative?”

“Bigger.”

“The Vice-President?”

“Bigger.”

“Someone from the First Family?”

“Bigger.”

“The President?!”

“Bigger.”

“Bigger than The President?!” The sergeant asked, “Who could be bigger than The President?!”

“I don’t know who this guy is, Sarge, but he’s got The Queen of England as a chauffeur!”