Text message from Harry to his neighbour Bill:
”Hi, Bill. This is Harry, next door. I've 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. I can't live with myself a minute longer without your knowing about this. The truth is, when you're not around, I've been sharing your wife, day and night. Probably much more than you. I haven't been getting it at home recently. I know that's no excuse. The temptation was just too great. I can't live with the guilt & hope you'll accept my sincere apology and forgive me. Please suggest a fee for usage and I'll pay you. Cheers - Harry”�
Bill, feeling enraged and betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door and shot Harry dead. He returned home, shot his wife, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa.
He then looked at his phone and discovered a second text message from Harry:
“Hi, Bill. Harry here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I assume you figured it out and noticed that the darned Spell-Check had changed "wi-fi" to "wife." Technology, huh? It'll be the death of us all.”