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.