Frank Feldman, I feel his pain......

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 damn widow."