Frank Feldman

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. 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: "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, he
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 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?"

Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank. He died. . . .
I'm married to his widow."