Frank

[davidlayne 5]

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. "Mmm, 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 f*cking widow."

I don't care how many skydives you've got,
until you stepped into complete darkness at
800' wearing 95 lbs of equipment and 42 lbs
of parachute, son you are still a leg!