My wife and I were walking in Rome. The was a lone old guy at the other side of the street. My wife said, “He looks like the Pope in civilian clothes. Go and ask!”
So I crossed the road and asked the old man if he was indeed the Pope.
He said, “F**k off.”
I went back to my wife who eagerly asked, “Well? Tell me, is he the Pope?”
I said, “He told me to f**k off.”
“Oh no,” said my wife, “Now we’ll never know.”