A man walks out to the street

A man walks out to the street

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. 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.”

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, and I married
his bloody widow…”