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 cab. Perfect timing,the cabby said.

“You’re just like Bill.”

“Who?”

“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.