Frank Feldman ( Archived) (2)

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> 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.'
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> 'Passenger: 'Who?'
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> 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.'
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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. 'Passenger: 'Sounds
> like he was something really special. Cabbie: 'There's more... He had
> a memory like a computer. He 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
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> 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.'
>
> Passenger: 'An amazing
> fellow. How did you meet him?'
>
>
> Cabbie: 'Well, I never actually met
> Frank. I just married his *******
> widow.'
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