>A wife and her husband were having a dinner party for all the major
>status figures in Rome, Italy. 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 this dinner party, so
>she asked her husband to run down to the beach with the bucket she
>was handing him 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 got to talking, and she invited him back to her place.
>
>They were at her apartment a ways down the beach, and they started
>messing around. It got so hot and heavy, that he was exhausted
>afterwards and passed out there. 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 a very angry wife standing in the door way
>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!"