Thursday, July 23, 2015

PERFECT FRANK

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 somebody really special." 

Cabbie: "Oh hell 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 it with. And 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 
mistakes, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. 
He would never argue back, even if she was in the wrong; and His clothing 
was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. 

He was the perfect man! I never knew him to make a mistake!  No one could 
ever measure up to Frank Feldman." 
Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?" 

Cabbie: "I never actually met Frank. He died, and I married his wife"! 

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