DEAR NEIGHBOR:
Hi, Fred, this is Richard, next door.
I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been riddled w/guilt for a few
months & have been trying to get up the courage to tell you
face-to-face. At least I’m telling you in this text, & I can’t live
w/myself a minute longer w/o you knowing about this.
The truth is that, when you’re not around, I’ve been sharing your
wife, day & night. In fact, probably much more than you. I haven’t
been getting it at home recently, & I know that that’s no excuse. The
temptation was just too great. I can’t live w/the guilt & hope you’ll
accept my sincere apology & forgive me. Please suggest a fee for
usage, & I’ll pay you.
Regards,
Richard
NEIGHBOR’S RESPONSE:
Fred, feeling very angry & betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door, & shot Richard, killing him. He went back home, shot his wife, poured
Himself a stiff drink & sat down on the sofa. Fred then looked at his phone & discovered a 2nd text message from Richard.
2ND TEXT MESSAGE:
Hi, Fred. Richard here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text.
I expect you figured it out & noticed that the darned Auto-Correct had
Changed “WI-fi” to “wife.” Technology, huh? It’ll be the death of us all.
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