Frank - The Perfect Man . . . I have a way to go

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, 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 I married his wife.