DEAR NEIGHBOR:

Hi, Mike. This is Jim, next door. 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. When you’re not around, I’ve been sharing your wife, day and night. 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. – Jim

Mike, feeling enraged and betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door, and shot Jim 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 Jim.

SECOND TEXT MESSAGE:
Hi, Mike. Jim 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.