His wife warns him “I don’t want you to stop at the bar on your way home! I want you to go to the market, buy the snails and then come straight home just after. You always find an excuse to get drunk, not this time if you know what’s good for you!”
The guy agrees, takes his basket and goes to the market.
On his way home, he passes in front of the bar. What the hell, he thinks, if I just take one drink the wife will never know.
A dozen drinks later he realizes the night has fallen. Shit, he thinks, the wife is going to be so pissed! He takes his basket and start running toward his home.
Because of the dark, and probably also because of the alcohol, he misses a step just in front of his door and all the snails fly out of his basket.
Shit shit shit! He thinks.
He goes flat on the floor so he can pick back up all the snails sprayed in front of him. The door opens and his wife is looking down on him. She doesn’t look pleased.
“Come on you guys, he says, we’re almost there! Just one more meter.”