Frank Feldman

[John Baker]

Subject: Fw: Frank Feldman
>
> A guy 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
> tennis Grand-Slam. He
> could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone,
> 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 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 street blacks
> out. But Frank
> Feldman, 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 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, he died. I
> married his f**king
> widow.'
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