A man walks into 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. There’s a guy who did everything right. Like my coming along when you needed a cab. It would have 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 gone on the pro tour in 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, huh?”
Cabbie: “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 neighborhood blacks out.”
Passenger. “Wow, some guy, ehh?
Cabbie: “He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams, not like me, I always seem to get into them.”
“Passenger” Mmm, not many like that 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.”
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 f***ing widow.
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