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04-30-2020, 10:13 AM
Hi, Fred, this is Alan next door.
I have a confession to make.
I have been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to get up the courage to tell you face-to-face, but I am at least telling you in a text as I cannot 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 I know that’s no excuse.
The temptation was just too great. I can no longer live with the guilt and hope that you will accept my sincerest apology and forgive me. It won’t happen again.
Please suggest a fee for usage and I’ll pay you.
Regards, Alan.
NEIGHBOR’S RESPONSE
Fred, feeling so angered and betrayed, then grabbed his gun and shot his neighbor Alan dead.
He returned home, poured himself a stiff drink, and sat down on the sofa.
Fred took out his phone where he saw a second message from Alan.
SECOND MESSAGE
Hi, Fred, this is Alan next door, again.
Sorry about the typo on my last text.
I expect that you figured it out and noticed that darned Auto-Correct changed “wi-fi” to “wife.”
That’s today’s technology for you, hey?
Regards, Alan
I have a confession to make.
I have been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to get up the courage to tell you face-to-face, but I am at least telling you in a text as I cannot 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 I know that’s no excuse.
The temptation was just too great. I can no longer live with the guilt and hope that you will accept my sincerest apology and forgive me. It won’t happen again.
Please suggest a fee for usage and I’ll pay you.
Regards, Alan.
NEIGHBOR’S RESPONSE
Fred, feeling so angered and betrayed, then grabbed his gun and shot his neighbor Alan dead.
He returned home, poured himself a stiff drink, and sat down on the sofa.
Fred took out his phone where he saw a second message from Alan.
SECOND MESSAGE
Hi, Fred, this is Alan next door, again.
Sorry about the typo on my last text.
I expect that you figured it out and noticed that darned Auto-Correct changed “wi-fi” to “wife.”
That’s today’s technology for you, hey?
Regards, Alan
