Frank Fieldman

A man walks out to the street and manages to get 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. Could remember 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
> married his widow."

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