Text to Neighbor:
Hi Fred, this Richard next door. I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been riddled with guilt for a few months and have been trying to pluck up the courage to tell you face to face. at least I’m telling you in this text and I can’t live with myself a minute longer without your knowing this.
The truth is that, when you’re not around, I’ve been sharing your wife, day and night. In fact, probably much more than you know. I haven’t been getting it at home recently and I know that’s no excuse but the temptation was just too great.
I can’t live with the guilt and hope you’ll accept my sincere apology and forgive me. Please suggest a fee for usage and I’ll pay you.
**Fred’s response, feeling very angry and betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door, sh0t Richard, k*lling him. He then went back home, sh0t his wife, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa and calmed down. Fred then looked at his phone and discovered a 2nd text message from Richard which read:……**
“Hi Fred, Richard here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect you figured it out and noticed that the darned Auto-Correct had changed ‘wi-fi’ to ‘wife’.
Technology, huh? It’ll be the [email protected] of us all.”