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, 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 ..... I'm married to his fucking widow."