Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: in the duck blind...
A man walked into the street and managed to get a taxi
just going by. He got into the taxi, and the cabbie said, Perfect
timing. You're just like Frank.
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 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.
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: Oh I never actually met Frank, I just married his fucking widow.