A man walked out onto the street and caught a taxi just going by.
He got into the taxi and the cabbie said, "Perfect timing. You’re
just like Brian!”
Passenger: “Who?”
Cabbie: “Brian. 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 Brian, every single time…”
Passenger: “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”
Cabbie: "Not Brian. 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 Brian, 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 Brian, he never made a
mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her
feel good. He would never answer back even if she was in the wrong;
and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too!
He was the perfect man! No one could ever measure up to Brian."
Passenger: “An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?”
Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Brian. He died.
I’m married to his f-ing widow!"