Or is that crumbling edge technology!
Long-term friend, Bob Derham, recently sent me an item that had been forwarded to him.
It’s about the wonders of the technology that attempts to predict what one is writing; in other words predictive text.
Here’s the story (and to maximise the effect, I have turned on just for today the ‘Read more’ link.)
Hi Bob, This is Kevin next door. I’m sorry buddy, but I have a confession to make to you. I’ve been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to pluck up the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now telling it in text as I can’t live with myself a moment longer without you knowing. The truth is, I have been sharing your wife, day and night when you’re not around. In fact, probably more than you, particularly in the mornings after you’ve left for work. I haven’t been getting it at home recently, but that’s no excuse I know. The temptation was just too much…. I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies and forgive me. I promise that it won’t happen again. Regards, Kevin.
Bob, feeling anguished and betrayed, immediately went into his bedroom grabbed his gun, and, without a word, shot his wife twice, killing her instantly. He returned to the lounge where he poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa. He took out his phone to respond to the neighbour’s text and saw he had another message:
Hi Bob, This is Kevin next door again. Sorry about the slight typo on my last text, I expect you worked it out anyway, but as I’ m sure you noticed, my predictive text changed ‘WiFi’ To ‘Wife’. Technology hey! Hope you saw the funny side, Regards, Kevin.