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 Thomas. 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 Thomas every time.”
Passenger: “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”
Cabbie: “Not Frank Thomas. 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 Thomas, 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 gentleman! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Thomas.”
Passenger: “An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?”
Cabbie: “Well, I never actually met Frank. I just married his widow.”
