Frank!

A guy 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 tennis Grand-Slam.  He could golf with the pros.  He sang like an opera baritone, 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 married his friggin widow.