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
and 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 is this to be
getting home? 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 double shot of
whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the
bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks
as he dragged himself up the stairs.  While he was in
the bath, the phone rang. His 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 the rear 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 LET UP?!"