The Man Is Racked With Guilt And Confesses To His Neighbor

Picture this: Youโ€™re 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: โ€œBob, Iโ€™m sorry. Iโ€™ve been riddled with guilt and I have to confess: I have been helping myself to your wife when youโ€™re not around, probably more than you.

Itโ€™s been so incredible and fun, Iโ€™ve not been able to stop myself. Sometimes it goes on for hours and hours. I know itโ€™s no excuse but I donโ€™t get it at home. I canโ€™t live with the guilt any longer. I hope youโ€™ll accept my sincerest apology. It wonโ€™t 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 couldnโ€™t make up if you tried.

Mere moments later, our guilt-ridden neighbor sends another text: โ€œBloominโ€™ auto-correct. I meant to say โ€˜wifiโ€™.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 phoneโ€™s auto-correct feature. Whatโ€™s the moral of the story? Always double-check your texts, folks. Auto-correct may just start World War III in your neighborhood.