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. Youre just

like Frank.

Passenger: Who?

Cabbie: Frank Feldman. Hes 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 really something special.

Cabbie: Theres more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered

everybodys 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.

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.