Frank

A man walks into the street and manages to get 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. Could remember

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. I just married his widow.