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.
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 really something 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 could do everything right every single time.”
Passenger:
“Wow, what a guy!
”
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:
“How did you meet him?”
Cabbie:
“I never actually met Frank.
He died and I married his wife.”
