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