"They're not hanging Wright tonight."

 

An attorney got home late one evening, after a very taxing day trying to get a stay of execution for a client, James 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 worn out and depressed

As soon as he got through the door at home, his wife started on him, "What time of night do you call this?  Where have you been?"

Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he went and poured himself a shot of whisky and headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks.

While he was in the bath, the phone rang.

The wife answered and was told that her husband's client had been granted his stay of execution after all.

Finally realizing what a day he must have had, she felt bad and decided to go upstairs to give him the good news. As she opened the bathroom door, the sight of her husband’s rear end greeted her as he was bent over naked drying his legs and feet.
 
"They're not hanging Wright tonight," she said.
 
He whirled around standing there naked, "For crying out loud,” he asked, “don’t you ever give up?”