The perfect man - one bad word

[gooner]

> 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, 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 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. I married his fu*king
> widow.'

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ouch hahahaha