Perfect Dave

A man 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.”


“This guy named Dave. He always 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 everyjoke.”

“Not Dave. He was a terrific athlete. He could have gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with the pros, too. He sang like an opera baritone, and
danced like a Broadway star.”

“He was something, huh?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. He had a memory like a trap. Could remember everyjoke’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change one light on the Christmas Tree and I black out the whole neighborhood.”

“No wonder you remember him.”

“Well, you would too, if you’d married HIS WIDOW.”