“I’m sorry, Bob,” a man texts his neighbor next door.
I’ve been struggling with guilt,
and I must admit that I’ve been taking advantage of your wife when you’re not around—possibly more than you do.
I haven’t been able to stop myself because it has been so amazing and enjoyable.
There are times when it continues for hours on end. At home,
I don’t understand, even though I know it’s not an excuse.
The guilt is too much for me to bear any longer.
I sincerely hope you will accept my apologies.
It won’t occur once more.
Bob lashes out at his wife in the bedroom,
feeling deceived and furious. The man texts again a few seconds later, saying,
“Bloomin’ auto-correct.” “Wifi” is what I meant to say.
