Frank Feldman

tam1953

A man walks onto 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. 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, 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 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. I just married his friggin
> widow."
>
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