> A wife and her husband were having a dinner party
> for some important guests.
> The wife was very excited about this
> and wanted everything to be perfect.
> At the very last minute, she realized that she didn't
> have any snails for the dinner party, so she asked her husband to run
> down to the beach with the bucket to gather some snails.
> Very grudgingly he agreed.
> He took the bucket, walked out the door, down the steps,
> and out to the beach. As he was collecting the snails,
> he noticed a beautiful woman strolling alongside the water
> just a little further down the beach.
> He kept thinking to himself, "Wouldn't it be great if she would even
> just come down and talk to me?" He went back to gathering the snails.
> All of a sudden he looked up,
> and the beautiful woman was standing right over him.
> They started talking and she invited him back to her place.
> They ended up spending the night together.
> At seven o'clock the next morning he woke up and exclaimed,
> "Oh no! My wife's dinner party!"  He gathered all his clothes,
> put them on real fast, grabbed his bucket, and ran out the door.
> He ran down the beach all the way to his apartment.
> He ran up the stairs of his apartment.
> He was in such a hurry that when he got to the top of the stairs,
> he dropped the bucket of snails.
> There were snails all down the stairs.
> The door opened just then, with his very angry wife standing
> in the doorway, wondering where he's been all this time.
> He looked at the snails all down the steps, then he looked at her,
> then back at the snails, and said,
> "Come on guys, we're almost there!"