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 text as I cannot live with myself a moment longer without you knowing. The truth is when you’re not around I have 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’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 very angered and betrayed, got his gun and shot his neighbor Alan dead. He returned home, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa.

Then 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!