Oct 17
Joek
A guy walks into the street and manages to hail a taxi just as it’s passing by. He hops into the taxi, and the cabby says, “Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.”
Passenger: “Who?”
Cabby: “Frank. Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right, all the time. Like my coming along just when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank each and every single time.”
Passenger: “Yeah, but there are always a few clouds over everybody.”
Cabby: “Not over Frank. 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 just one amazing guy.”
Passenger: “Sounds like he was something really special.”
Cabby: “Oh, 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, he could do everything right.”
Passenger. “Wow, some guy then.”
Cabby: “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. Never.”
Passenger. “Mmm, there’s not many like him around.”
Cabby: “And he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good and never answer her back, even if she was in the wrong. And his clothing was always immaculate, his shoes highly polished — like mirrors, they were. Frank 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?”
Cabby: “Well, I never actually met Frank.”
Passenger: “Then how do you know so much about him?”
Cabby: “I married his %$#@! widow.”
Via Argghhh!
