Who's Frank
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..
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 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 and now I'm
married to his f**kin' widow."
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..
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 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 and now I'm
married to his f**kin' widow."
