by Dianne
Hey Bill ---- This is Alan next door. I’m sorry buddy, but I
have a confession to make to you. I've been riddled with guilt these past few
months and have been trying to get up the courage to tell you to your face, but
I am at least now telling in 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 I hope you will
accept my sincerest apologies and forgive me.
I promise that it won't happen again. Please come up with a
fee for usage, and I'll pay you.
Regards, Alan.
Bill, feeling insulted and betrayed, grabbed his gun, and shot his
neighbor Alan
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 has a subsequent message
from his neighbor.
THE SECOND MESSAGE:
Hey Bill --- This is Alan next door again. Sorry about the
slight typo on my last text. I know you'll figured it out anyway, but I’m
sure you noticed that my autocorrect changed ‘WiFi’ to ‘Wife’.
Technology hey?!? Hope you saw the funny side of that.
Regards,
Alan.