Last night, in chilly Boston, I had to go from one event to another, but didn’t know where the second one was. I asked a colleague where to go next. He took out his iPhone and started pecking out the address in the Google Maps app. The following dialogue is guaranteed repeated verbatim:
Me: Sorry. I’ve got one of those. I could do it myself.
Him: No problem.
Me: Anyway, you’re typing that out a lot faster than I can with my fat fingers.
Him: I’ve been outside for an hour, so my fingers are frozen. That makes it a lot easier to hit the right letters.