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?"