THE TEXT MESSAGE

Hi John,
This is Alan next door. I am sorry, buddy, but 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 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

John, feeling insulted and betrayed, grabbed his gun, stomped next door, 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 and saw he had a new message from his neighbor.

Hi John,
This is Alan next door again. Sorry about the slight typo in my last text. I expect you worked it out anyway, but as I’m sure you noticed, my smartphone’s Autocorrect feature changed “Wi-Fi” to “Wife”. Technology eh?? Hope you got a chuckle from that.
Regards, Alan