TEXT
MESSAGE
Hi Fred, This is Alan next door. I have a
confession to make.
I've been riddled with guilt these past few months and
have been trying to get the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now telling you in text as I can't live with myself a moment longer without you knowing.
The truth is I have been sharing your wife, day and night when you're not around. In fact, probably more than you. I haven't been getting it at home recently, but that's no excuse, I know. The temptation was just too much. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies and forgive me. It won't
happen again.
Please suggest a fee for usage, and I'll pay you.
Regards, Alan.
THE RESPONSE:
Fred, feeling insulted and betrayed, grabbed his gun, and
shot his neighbor dead. He returned home where he poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa. He took out his phone where he saw he has a second message from his neighbor:
THE SECOND MESSAGE:
Hi Fred, This is Alan next door again. Sorry
about the typo on my last text.
I expect you figured it out anyway, and that you noticed
that darned Auto-Correct changed 'WiFi' to
'Wife.'
Technology, hey?
Regards, Alan.
LOL, technology does have its downside.