A man steps out onto the street and hails a taxi. As soon as he hops in, the cabbie grins and says, “Perfect timing! You’re just like Frank.”

Passenger: “Who’s Frank?”

Cabbie: “Frank Feldman! The guy was perfect at everything. Like me showing up right when you needed a cab—stuff like that just always happened for Frank.”

Passenger: “Nobody’s perfect. Everyone has their flaws.”

Cabbie: “Not Frank! The man was a legend. He could’ve gone pro in tennis, played golf like a champion, and had a voice like an opera singer. Oh, and his dance moves? Broadway-level! Plus, he could play the piano like a maestro!”

Passenger: “Wow, he sounds like a real one-in-a-million kind of guy.”

Cabbie: “Oh, you don’t even know. The guy had a memory like a computer—never forgot a birthday, knew everything about wine, always picked the right fork at fancy dinners. And handy? You bet! Me? I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank? Never made a mistake in his life!”

Passenger: “That’s… impressive.”

Cabbie: “And don’t get me started on driving! He always knew the fastest route—never got stuck in traffic. Plus, he treated his wife like a queen. Never argued, always knew the right thing to say. And let’s just say… in the bedroom? The man was a magician!”

Passenger: “Okay, now I really need to meet this guy!”

Cabbie (sighs): “Yeah… well, I never actually met Frank.”

Passenger: “Wait, what? Then how do you know all this?”

Cabbie: “Because I have the pleasure of being married to his widow.”