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, 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 and I married his frigging widow!"