The Frank Feldman Story

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A man walks into 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."

 

"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. It was just my bad judgement that I married his

 

widow."