> A man dashes into the street and manages to get a taxi just going by. He
> gets into the taxi, and the conversation begins.
>
> Cabbie: "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 -- every single time."
>
> Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."
>
> Cabbie: "Not Frank. 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."
>
> Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really special..."
>
> Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He 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."
>
> 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."
>
> Passenger: "Guess there's not many like him around."
>
> Cabbie: "And he knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good, and
> never answer her back, even if she was in the wrong. And his clothing
> was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. The perfect man!"
>
> Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"
>
> Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank."
>
> Passenger: "Then how do you know so much about him?"
>
> Cabbie: "I married his fn' widow."
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