An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay
of execution for a client who was due to be hanged for murder at midnight.
His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed; he was feeling
worn out and depressed.
As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started on him
about, “What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have you been?
Dinner is cold and I’m not reheating it”. And on and on and on.
Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he went and
poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the
bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he drug himself up
the stairs.
While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told
that her husband’s client, James Wright, had been granted a stay of
execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she decided to go
upstairs and give him the good news. As she opened the bathroom door, she
was greeted by the sight of her husband, bent over, naked, drying his legs
and feet.
“They’re not hanging Wright tonight,” she said.
To which he whirled around and screamed,
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN, DON’T YOU EVER STOP?!”
