L'Escargots

Two colleagues raced into my office this afternoon, red-faced and excited. I was face down on my laptop, trying to recover from my late nights, but they took no notice.
"What would you think of someone who drew a snail with six legs?" one of them asked.
"I'd say he has obviously never seen a real snail before in his life," I said.
The guy triumphantly produced a drawing of a snail that had six legs under the shell. I guffawed at the sight. The other one scowled. But Mr. Triumphant was clearly relishing it.
"Wouldn't you say that this picture is definitely more juvenile than someone who drew a snail that's smiling?"
he asked, producing his drawing of a smiling snail. (Yes. This is what high-powered securities lawyers do in their spare time. That's why they should be made to suffer doing their crazy deals. I'm glad I am not one of them anymore).
"Er, gee, Mr. Triumphant, I think your snail has a problem too. I don't know if you knew this but the snails' horns are actually where their eyes are," I said.
"What?"
"You heard me. The horns are the snail's eyes."
"I didn't know that." Mr. Triumphant said, visibly deflating.
"Oh my goodness. Can both of you please enroll on an Open University course in basic zoology? For goodness sake, go to a French restaurant and order some."
Unbelievable. Maybe the next conference, off-site or whatever should be held on a farm. Just to enlighten these guys.

Apparently I was singing 'Que Sera, Sera' (at the top of my voice, no less) while a management committee meeting was being held next door (how the deuce was I supposed to know that?). The partners must think I'm nuts. Hey, but at least I know my snails...