Bob comes home to see an email from his neighbor Alan.
'Hi Bob,
This is Alan next door. I am sorry buddy, but I have a confession to make to you. 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 writing 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 your wife, and I'll pay you.
Regards, Alan.'
Unsurprisingly, Bob got into an incredible rage upon reading this email. Feeling insulted and betrayed, he grabbed his gun, walked briskly outside and into his neighbor's house and shot his neighbor dead. He returned home where he poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa to brood.
He took out his phone where he saw he had a subsequent email from his neighbor he didn't notice.
'Hi Bob, this is Alan next door again. Sorry about the slight typo in my last email. I expect you worked it out anyway, but as I’m sure you noticed that my Autocorrect changed “Wi-Fi” to "Wife." Technology hey?!? Hope you saw the funny side of that!
Regards, Alan.'
