A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going
by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says,
"Perfect timing. You're just like Frank."
Passenger: 'Who?'
Cabbie: "Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did
everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you
needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman
every single time."
Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over
everybody."
Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman He was a terrific athlete.
He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf
with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced
like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the
piano. He was an amazing guy."
Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really
special."
Cabbie: "There's more... He had a memory like a
computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew
all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat
them with. He could fix anything. Not like me.. I change a
fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he
could do everything right."
Passenger: "Wow, some guy then."
Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in
traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem
to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake,
and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel
good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the
wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly
polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a
mistake.
No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."
Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet
him?" Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank. He died.
I'm married to his f*ckin' widow."