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who got home late one evening after a very
taxing day trying to get a stay of execution for a client, named
Wilbur Wright, who was due to be hanged for murder at midnight.
His last minute plea for clemency to the state governor had
failed and he was feeling tired and depressed.
As soon as he got through the door his wife started on
about, "What time of night do you call this? Where the hell have
you been?" and so on. Too shattered to play his usual role in
this familiar ritual, he went and poured himself a very large
whisky and headed off to the bathroom for a long hot soak --
pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks.
While he was in the bath the phone rang, which the wife answered
to be told that her husband's client had been granted his stay of
execution after all.
Realizing what a day he must have had, she relented a little and
went upstairs to give him the good news. As she opened the
bathroom door she was greeted by the sight of her husband's rear
view as he bent naked over the bath cleaning the tub.
"They're not hanging Wright tonight," she said, at which the
attorney whirled round and screamed hysterically, "For crying out
loud woman, don't you ever stop?"
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