Picture this: Youโre sitting in your cozy living room when your phone vibrates. It’s a text from your neighbor, and boy, oh boy, it’s a doozy. Here’s how it went down:
A guy sends a text to his next-door neighbor: โBob, Iโm sorry. Iโve been riddled with guilt and I have to confess: I have been helping myself to your wife when youโre not around, probably more than you.
Itโs been so incredible and fun, Iโve not been able to stop myself. Sometimes it goes on for hours and hours. I know itโs no excuse but I donโt get it at home. I canโt live with the guilt any longer. I hope youโll accept my sincerest apology. It wonโt happen again.โ
Hold up! Pause. Let that sink in for a moment. Imagine the sheer, unadulterated rage boiling up inside poor Bob. With steam nearly shooting out of his ears, he storms into the bedroom, ready to unleash a barrage of insults and accusations at his unsuspecting wife. It’s the kind of scenario you couldnโt make up if you tried.
Mere moments later, our guilt-ridden neighbor sends another text: โBloominโ auto-correct. I meant to say โwifiโ.โ
And just like that, the comedy of errors concludes. Bob is left with his jaw hanging open, his wife staring at him with a mix of confusion and fury, and our hapless neighbor likely cursing his phoneโs auto-correct feature. Whatโs the moral of the story? Always double-check your texts, folks. Auto-correct may just start World War III in your neighborhood.




