Frank -

[morticia1977]

A man walks into the street and just as it starts to sprinkle, he
manages to
get a taxi just as it's passing by. He climbs into the taxi, and the
cabbie says, 'Perfect timing. You're just like Frank.'

Passenger: 'Who?'

Cabbie: 'Frank. 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 - every single time.'

Passenger: 'There are always a few dark 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 oh 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 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. 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 - the perfect man!'

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.'

[JanetB]

*Teeeheeeheeeheeeeeeeee*