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, 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 wife. |
