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!'