>A man walks out to the street and manages to get a taxi just going by.
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>He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, 'Perfect timing. You're just like Frank.'
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>Passenger: 'Who?'
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>Cabbie: 'Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all the time.
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>Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.'
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>Passenger: 'There are always a few clouds over everybody.'
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>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.'
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>Passenger: 'Sounds like he was something really special.
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>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.'
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>Passenger: 'Wow, some guy then.'
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>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'
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>Passenger: 'An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?'
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>Cabbie: 'Well, I never actually met Frank, he died. I married his @#$%&** widow.

LOL :O)