THE CONFESSION
Hi, Bob,
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 pluck up the courage to tell you to your face, but I am telling you (at least now), in a 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 hope you will accept my sincerest apology and forgive me. It won't happen again. PLEASE suggest a fee for usage, and I'll gladly pay you.
Regards,
Bob.
THE ACTIONS
Bob, feeling beyond 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 had a subsequent message from his neighbor:
Hi, Bob,
This is Alan again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect you figured it out though. That darn autocorrect changed 'Wi-Fi' to 'Wife'. Technology, huh?