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A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and John the cab driver says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Frank.”
The passenger said “Who?”
"Frank Feldman," said John. "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."
The passenger frowned. "There are always a few clouds over everybody."
John shakes his head. "Naw, 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."
The passenger shrugs, "Sounds like he was something really special."
The cab driver nods. "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."
The passenger admits, "Wow, some guy then."
John smiles. "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."
"An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?" asks the passenger
John the cab driver shakes his head. "Well, I never actually met Frank. He died. I'm married to his fuckin’ widow."