It is sometimes better to call and not text:
Alan text ed his next door neighbor, Fred ...
THE TEXT:
Hi Fred, This is Alan next door. I have a confession to make.
I've been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to get the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now telling you 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. It won't happen again.
Alan text ed his next door neighbor, Fred ...
THE TEXT:
Hi Fred, This is Alan next door. I have a confession to make.
I've been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to get the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now telling you 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. It won't happen again.
Please suggest a fee for usage and I'll pay you.
Regards, Alan
Regards, Alan
THE RESPONSE:
Fred, feeling insulted and betrayed, grabbed his gun, 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 where he saw he had a second message from his
neighbor:
SECOND MESSAGE:Hi Fred, This is Alan next door again. Sorry about the typo on my last text.
I expect you figured it out anyway, and that you noticed that darned Auto-Correct changed 'WiFi' to 'Wife.'
Fred, feeling insulted and betrayed, grabbed his gun, 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 where he saw he had a second message from his
neighbor:
SECOND MESSAGE:Hi Fred, This is Alan next door again. Sorry about the typo on my last text.
I expect you figured it out anyway, and that you noticed that darned Auto-Correct changed 'WiFi' to 'Wife.'
Technology, huh ? !
Regards, Alan
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