Him: Darling, how do you spell "escargot"?
Her: Darling, it's right there on the menu. Why do you need to know?
Him: Darling, because YOU make my escargot.
Her: Oh, darling, you're such a cad! ["Cad. She really said that. Cad?" -- ed.]
Both: Chortle chortle kissy kissy chortle.
What am I missing here? Have I lost all ability to pick up on poorly constructed sexual innuendo? Or is it just some kind of private joke? Later that night, at a Halloween party where no one was dressed up, I repeated this story to several others (who also did not get it, which made me feel somewhat gratified), and one of them suggested it had some reference to a knock-knock joke that plays on "escargot" and "S Car Go." We couldn't piece it together. Help?
Also at that party, I met a random woman who looks exactly like the way I imagined a character in something I'm writing. At first, I actually thought I might know her because she looked so familiar; later, I realized it was just that she looked like a picture of an imaginary person in my head. It was eerie.
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