An attorney 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
>governor had failed and he was feeling tired and depressed.
>As soon as he got through the door, his wife began with, "What time of the
>night do you call this? Where have you been?" and on and on.
>Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he went and
>poured himself a very large whisky and headed off for a long, hot soak in
>the bathtub .. pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks from his wife.
>While he was in the bath, the phone rang and his wife answered. She was
>told that her husband's client had been granted his stay of execution.
>Finally, 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 over naked drying his legs and feet.
>"They're not hanging Wright tonight," she said.
>The attorney whirled around and screamed hysterically, "For crying out loud
>woman, don't you ever stop?"
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