>     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!"