A bloke walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. As he gets into the taxi, 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: “Wait…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 utensil 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.” 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 clothes were 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 wife.”