[Hotfingrs]

>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?" 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.
> >
> >