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!"