NAG NAG NAG
Posted: October 24, 2003 11:34 am
Nag, Nag, Nag
There was an attorney who 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 state governor had failed and he was feeling tired
and depressed.
As soon as he got through the door his wife started on about, "What
time of night do you call this? Where the hell have you been?" and so on.
Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he went
and poured himself a very large whisky and headed off to the bathroom
for a long hot soak -- pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks.
While he was in the bath the phone rang, which the wife answered to be
told that her husband's client had been granted his stay of execution
after all.
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 naked
over the bath cleaning the tub. "They're not hanging Wright tonight,"
she said, at which the attorney whirled round and screamed hysterically,
"For crying out loud, don't you ever stop?"
There was an attorney who 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 state governor had failed and he was feeling tired
and depressed.
As soon as he got through the door his wife started on about, "What
time of night do you call this? Where the hell have you been?" and so on.
Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he went
and poured himself a very large whisky and headed off to the bathroom
for a long hot soak -- pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks.
While he was in the bath the phone rang, which the wife answered to be
told that her husband's client had been granted his stay of execution
after all.
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 naked
over the bath cleaning the tub. "They're not hanging Wright tonight,"
she said, at which the attorney whirled round and screamed hysterically,
"For crying out loud, don't you ever stop?"
