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. Youre just


like Moishe.

Passenger: Who?

Cabbie: C. Theres a guy who did everything right. Like my


coming along when you needed a cab. It would have happened like that to


Moishe every single time.

Passenger: There are always a few clouds over everybody.

Cabbie: Not Moishe. He was a terrific athlete. He could have gone on the


pro tour in 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, huh?

Cabbie: He had a memory like a computer. Could remember everybodys


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 neighborhood blacks out.

Passenger. Wow, some guy ehh?

Cabbie: He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic


jams, not like me.

Passenger: Mmm, not many like that 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 Moishe.

Passenger: Then how do you know so much about him?

Cabbie: I married his widow.