Terry Parker Deceased

After finishing a seminar based on demand and supply, I walked out to the street and hailed a taxi going by, and as I sat down in the seat, the taxi driver said to me, ‘my, my, your timings perfect, you are just the same as Terry.’ I must admit he had me thinking, so of course I answered ‘Who?’ ‘Terry Parker’ said the cabbie; a bloke it’s obvious he knew. ‘Yeah, anything that Terry did, he was right on every score, he lived with perfect timing and Terry never had one flaw.’ I had never met a bloke like Terry, so I’m wary of the fact, so I subtly gave me answer in a way most would react, ‘None of us are perfect mate,’ but the cabbie did insist That Terry, he was faultless, and so few like him exist. I heard that Terry was an athlete with the most amazing skills, His golfing matched the pros, and his tennis playing simply thrills, he could sing like Johnny Cash; and even better so I’m told, he danced like Fred Astaire; his piano playing…simply gold. I could only think he must be special, this Terry Parker bloke, and the cabbie uttered ‘hang on,’ and once again he spoke, ‘there’s more to Terry yet, you see his memory never failed, he remembered every birthday, and every one detailed. ‘He was a connoisseur on beer, and knew everything ‘bout wine, He knew how to serve the finest foods; all simply pure divine. And if anything needs fixing, then Terry was your shining light, he was streets ahead of me, ‘cause I can’t do nothing right. ‘He could always read the traffic, and you’d never find him stuck, not like me when I am driving, for I had none of Terry’s luck, and I ought to mention women, and how he made them feel so good, he was the ideal gentleman; he treated women how I should. ‘Terry would never answer back, even if the woman’s wrong, he was a charming butler, and his charisma it was strong, he kept his house immaculate, as no other person can… no one could measure up; Terry Parker was the perfect man.’ When I reached my destination but before I stepped outside, I paid the driver what was due, and then I thanked him for the ride, but I thought it best I mention, at more or less a parting whim, ‘this Terry Parker is remarkable, how did you get to meet him?’ The driver took my money, and then he muttered deep and slow, ‘Actually I never met him, but I’m married to his widow.’