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Another one from the files of the discerning and astute Revenoor...

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.
You should have heard him play the piano! He was an amazing
guy.”

Passenger: “Sounds like he was really something 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 house
blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything perfectly.”

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 Mr. Frank Feldman.”

Passenger: “An amazing fellow indeed. How did you meet him?”

Cabbie: “Well, I never actually met Frank. He died and I married
his f____in’ widow.”
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