A MAN walks out of his office in a busy street and is lucky enough to find a taxi straight away. As he gets in, the driver says: "Perfect timing. You’re just like Len."
Passenger: "Who?"
Cabbie: "Len Barker. Len did everything right all the time. Every time Len walked out of a building, a taxi would be there. He was lucky like that all the time."
Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."
Cabbie: "Not Len Barker. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won Wimbledon. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and could have won Strictly Come Dancing on his own. You should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing bloke."
Passenger: "Sounds like he was something special."
Cabbie: "He had a memory like a computer too. He could remember everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. When I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Len Barker, he could do everything right."
Passenger. "A really special man, 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 Len never made a mistake."
Passenger. "There’s not many like him around."
Cabbie: "He really knew how to treat a woman and make them feel good. He never corrected them, 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 Len Barker."
Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"
Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Len."
Passenger: "Then how do you know so much about him?"
Cabbie: "I married his widow."
