A man walks into the street and manages to hail a taxi that just
happens to be passing 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 taxi, things
happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time."

Passenger: "There must have been times when crap happened,
surely?."

Cabbie: "Not for 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 anamazing 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 Frankie Boy, he could do everything right."

Passenger. "Wow, some guy then."

Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic to
avoid 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.

I just married his f***ing widow."