A man walks into the street and manages to get a taxi just going by.
He gets into the taxi, and the cabby says, “Perfect timing. You’re just
like Frank.”

Passenger: “Who?”

Cabby: “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.”

Cabby: “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”

Cabby: “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.”

Cabby: “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”

Passenger. “Mmm, there’s not many like him around.”

Cabby: “And he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good
and 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?”

Cabby: “Well, I never actually met Frank.”

Passenger: “Then how do you know so much about him?”

Cabby: “I married his widow.”