Hi, Fred, this is Richard, 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 much more 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,
Richard
FRED'S RESPONSE:
Fred, feeling so angered and betrayed, grabbed his gun and barged into Richard's
house and shot Richard...killing him...
Fred 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 Richard...
SECOND TEXT MESSAGE FROM RICHARD:
Hi, Fred.
Richard 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? Auto-correct will be the death of us all...
Regards,
Richard
