A man made a fateful appointment with a doctor, and the day, threatening to arrive, finally had done.
He walked purposefully up to his bedroom and there laid out the tuxedo he had picked up from the cleaners the previous morning. Methodically, he dressed himself in his finery, his cummerbund snugged just so about his waist and his bow tie re-tied three times to ensure it comported itself appropriately about his collar.
Flicking some few specks of imagined dust from the shoulders of his jacket, his stately gait took him back down the stairs to his waiting wife.
Taking one look as her husband, she exclaimed, "Now what in the hell did you go and get dressed up like that for?!"
"Darling," was his reply, "if I'm going to be impotent, I'm going to look impotent."