A man walks out onto the street in the pouring rain and stops a taxi that was 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 was a guy who did everything right all the time. Like me coming along when you needed a cab, he was always in the right place at the right time. Things like that happened 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, perfect in every way.”
Passenger: “Sounds like he was 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. And 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, he never made a mistake, he was perfect.”
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 was the best lover, and could take his wife to the top of the mountain. He would never answer her back, even if she was in the wrong. His clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished, you could see your face in them. He was the perfect man. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.”
Passenger: “Wow. What an amazing fellow. How did you meet him?”
Cabbie: “Well… I never actually met Frank, I just married his fucking widow”.