Just like Brian
A man walked out of his house, onto the street and hailed a taxi just
going by. He got into the taxi, and the cabbie said, "Perfect timing.
You're just like Brian!"
Passenger: "Who?"
Cabbie: "Brian! Brian Sullivan. He's a guy who did everything right all
the time.
Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like that to
Brian Sullivan, every single time. Everything always just worked out for
him"
Passenger: "Surely there are always a few clouds over everyone."
Cabbie: "Not Brian Sullivan. He was a terrific athlete. He could have
won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could play golf with the pros. He sang
like an opera baritone and danced like a West End star and you should
have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."
Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really special."
Cabbie: "There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered
everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and
which utensils to eat them with. He was great about the house too and
could wash, dry and iron whilst cooking a stupendous meal for dinner at
the same time. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and
the whole street blacks out. But Brian Sullivan, he could do everything
right."
Passenger: "Wow. Some guy then."
Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid
traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Brian,
he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make
her feel good. So considerate. He would never answer her back even if she
was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly
polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one
could ever measure up to Brian Sullivan."
Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"
Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Brian. He died. I'm married to his
f*!"&ing widow."