DEAR NEIGHBOUR:
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 your 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, feeling very angry and betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door, and shot Richard, killing him. He went back home, shot his wife, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa and calmed down. Fred then looked at his phone and discovered a 2nd text message from Richard.
SECOND TEXT MESSAGE:
Hi, Fred. Richard here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect you figured it out and noticed that the darned auto-correct had changed "wi-fi" to "wife".
Technology, huh? It'll be the death of us all.
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 your 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, feeling very angry and betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door, and shot Richard, killing him. He went back home, shot his wife, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa and calmed down. Fred then looked at his phone and discovered a 2nd text message from Richard.
SECOND TEXT MESSAGE:
Hi, Fred. Richard here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I expect you figured it out and noticed that the darned auto-correct had changed "wi-fi" to "wife".
Technology, huh? It'll be the death of us all.
