Frank Feldman A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, Perfect timing. Youre just like Frank. Passenger: Who? Cabbie: Frank Feldman. Hes a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen 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: Theres more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybodys 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. Im married to his friggin widow
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 02:21:49 +0000
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