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…”