Sol and Shirley Lipperman lived in a beachside condo in Miami. Shirley loved entertaining and, strangely, liked bringing unique creatures to her affairs. For this event, she had booked a variety of exotic snakes, but a few hours before the doors were to open the snake handler canceled.
Scrambling she said, “Sol, why don’t you go down to the beach and collect some of those sea snails we saw this morning.”
Now there were few things in the world that Sol hated more than Shirley’s strange parties. So as he left the condo, he wanted to stall. He went out for dinner to his favorite steak house. Then he went to his friend Al’s place to watch the basketball game, and then out for a movie. Before he knew it, it was 1 in the morning and he hadn’t gotten his wife those snails.
Quickly he hurried down to the beach, picked up a few snails, rushed home, stumbled out of the elevator, dropping the snails.
At that moment, Shirley angrily opened the door asking him where he had been and accusing him of ruining her party.
Sol, looked towards the snails and said “C’mon you slow pokes! Just a few more steps and we’re there!”