Sunday, September 3, 2023

Morris and Saul on This Funday Afternoon

 “Hi, Morris. This is Saul next door. I've been riddled with guilt for a few months and have been trying to work up the courage to tell you face-to-face. When you're not around, I've been sharing your wife day and night, probably much more than you. 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 and hope you'll accept my sincere apology and forgive me. Please suggest a fee for usage, and I'll pay you. Saul.” 

Morris, feeling enraged and betrayed, grabbed his gun, went next door and shot Saul. He returned home, shot his wife, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa. Morris then looked at his phone and discovered a second text message from Saul. 

“Hi, Morris. Saul here again. Sorry about the typo in my last text. I assume you figured it out and noticed the darned autocorrect had changed ‘Wi-Fi’ to ‘wife.’ Technology, huh? It'll be the death of us.”


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