Do You Know Frank?

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.”

Passenger: Who?

Cabbie: Frank Feldman. There's a guy who did everything right.  Like my coming along when you needed a cab.  It would have happened like that to Frank every single time.

Passenger: There are always a few clouds over everybody.

Cabbie: Not Frank. 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.

Passenger: Sounds like he was something really special.

Cabbie: There's more. He had a memory like a computer, 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.
Passenger: Wow, some bloke 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.

Passenger: Mmmm, there's not many like him around.

Cabbie: And he knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good and never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too."

Passenger: An amazing fellow.  How did you meet him?

Cabbie: Well, I never actually met Frank.

Passenger: Then how do you know so much about him?

Cabbie: I married his widow.