A young couple were entertaining some French guests and decided to serve snails. The husband went out to get hold of some suitable snails while his wife remained at home preparing for that evening.
It was a nice day, and after he'd got the snails, the husband decided to pop into his local pub for a drink (or two).
Or three. Realising how much time had passed in the pub, he grabbed his coat and snails and ran home knowing that his wife would be wondering where he'd got to. As he charged through the garden gate he tripped and dropped the snails all over the path.
His wife heard the commotion and went to see what was going on. On seeing her husband she asked "Where have you been?"
He looked back at the snails and gestured towards the front door: "Come on lads, nearly there!"