Distorted Thinking/Not High EQ

>A man walks into the street and manages to get a taxi just going
>by. He gets nto the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing.
>You're just ike Moishe."
>
>Passenger: "Who?"
>
>Cabbie: "Moishe Glickman. There's a guy who did everything right.
>Like my coming along just when you needed a cab. It would have
>happened like that to Moishe every single time."
>
>Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."
>
>Cabbie: "Not Moishe. He was a terrific athlete. He could have
>gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with the pros. He
>sand like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and
>you should have heard him play the piano."
>
>Passenger: "Sounds like he was something, huh?"
>
>Cabbie: "He had a memory like a computer. 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. I change a fuse, and the whole neighborhood blacks out."
>
>Passenger: "Wow, some guy eh?
>
>Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and
>avoid traffic jams, not like me, I always seem to get into them"
>
>Passenger: "Mmm, not many like that around"
>
>Cabbie: "And he knew how to treat a woman and make her feel
>good; and never answer her back, even if she was in the wrong;
>and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too."
>
>Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"
>
>Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Moishe."
>
>Passenger: "Then how do you know so much about him?"
>
>Cabbie: "I married his widow