Perfect Man

Morris walks out 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 Dave."

"Who?" replied Morris.

"Dave Aronson. There's a guy who did everything right. Like my coming along when you needed a cab. It would have happened like that to Dave."

"There are always a few clouds over everybody," claimed Morris.

"Not Dave. 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."

"He was something, huh?" Asked Morris.

"He 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 I black out the whole neighborhood," answered the cabbie.

"No wonder you remember him," Morris replied.

"Well, I never actually met Dave," admitted the cabbie.

"Then how do you know so much about him?" Morris enquired.

"Because I married his widow."