A man walked out into the street and managed to get a taxi just going by. What luck, he thought, as he slid into the seat. 'Perfect timing,' the cabby said. 'You're just like Bill.'
'Who?' asked the man. 'Bill Smith. There's a guy who did everything right,' the cabby said. 'Like my coming along when you needed a cab. It would have happened like that to Bill every time.'
'Nah,' the man said to the cabby. 'There are always a few clouds over everybody.'
'Not Bill,' said the cabby. '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.'
'Bill was really something, huh?'
'Oh, yeah,' continued the cabby. 'Bill had a memory like a trap. Could remember everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole neighborhood blacks out.'
'No wonder you remember him,' the man said. 'Well, I never actually met Bill,' said the cabby. 'Then how in the world do you know so much about him?'
'I married his widow,' replied the cabby.