11/16/2025 from Daily Jokes
#21455
A guy strolls out onto the sidewalk, snaps his fingers like he’s summoning a genie, and—bam!—a taxi screeches to a halt right in front of him.
He hops in, and the cabbie grins. “Now that’s timing! You’re just like Frank.”
Passenger: “Frank who?”
Cabbie: “Frank Feldman. Legendary cabbie. The human GPS with a halo. If you needed a cab, Frank was already double-parked outside your therapist’s office. Rain or shine, rush hour or zombie apocalypse—he’d be there, AC on, mints full, rearview mirror spotless.”
Passenger (rolling his eyes): “Sounds like he walked on water… in loafers.”
Cabbie: “Better! Frank could hit a tennis ace, sink a hole-in-one, and then serenade the ball with a flawless rendition of Nessun Dorma. Afterward, he’d tango with your grandma—and she’d thank him for it.”
Passenger: “Okay, okay, but nobody’s perfect.”
Cabbie: “Frank was! He remembered your third cousin’s hamster’s birthday. Knew whether to pair your existential dread with a Pinot Noir or a crisp Sauvignon Blanc. And forget IKEA instructions—Frank could assemble your entire life with a single Allen key and a smile.”
Passenger: “What about you?”
Cabbie (sighs): “I once tried to replace a lightbulb and tripped the grid for three suburbs. Meanwhile, Frank? He’d defuse a bomb while giving relationship advice to a squirrel.”
Passenger: “Dang. So… how’d you two meet?”
Cabbie, eyes twinkling: “Oh, I never actually met Frank. But I did marry his widow. And let me tell you—it’s been one long performance review ever since.”
