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.
And 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, and I married his bloody widow…”