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. You're just like Moishe. Passenger: Who? Cabbie: Moishe Glickman. There's 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 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 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, I always seem to get into them 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.