Text message to neighbor:



Hi, Fred, this is Hank, next door. I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve been 

riddled with guilt for a few months and have been trying to get 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 you knowing about this. The truth is 

that when you’re not around I’ve been sharing your wife, day and night. In 

fact, probably more frequently than you. I haven’t been getting it at home 

recently and I know that that’s no excuse. 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


Regards, Hank


Neighbor’s response:


Fred, feeling so angered and betrayed, grabbed his gun and shot Hank, 

killing him. He went back home and poured himself a stiff drink and sat down 

on the sofa. Fred then looked at his phone and discovered a second text 

message from Hank.


Second text message:


Hi, Fred, Hank here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect you 

figured it out and noticed that the damned Auto-Correct had changed “wi-fi” 

to “wife.”

Technology, huh? It’ll be the death of us all.


Regards,

Hank