Nag, Nag, Nag.
An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to get a stay of execution on a case that he had been handling Pro-Bono.
His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed; the prisoner had been moved to his pre-execution chamber and fed his last meal. The attorney was feeling gutted, worn out and depressed with the stress of his efforts.
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?
Why are you working to save this murderer for free?
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 poured himself a large shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks from his wife as he dragged himself up the stairs.
While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and was told by the state official that her husband's client, James Wright, had at the last minute been granted a stay of execution by the governor. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, and filled with admiration for the man she had married, she decided to go up stairs 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.
He whirled around and screamed, 'FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WOMAN,
DON'T YOU EVER STOP?!’
Regards to all,
Aggie |
