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 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'm married to his fuckin' widow."