The Perfect Guy

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 Bill."

Passenger:
'Who?'

Cabbie:
"Bill 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 Bill Feldman every single time."

Passenger:
"There are always a few clouds over everybody."

Cabbie:
"Not Bill 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 Bill Feldman,he 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 Bill, 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 Bill Feldman."

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

Cabbie:
"Well, I never actually met Bill. He died ..... I'm married to his widow."