The problem with touch screens is that they don’t play nice with hand lotion. The winter does not play nice with hands that don’t play with hand lotion. The choice between painfully dry hands and a painfully greasy touch screen is painfully hard.
I guess you could call this a problem with winter, or with hand lotion (or, for that matter, with hands), but all those were here first. So, touch screens get the blame. And yet, I have reached the point where I do not want to live without them. Nor do I want to live without hands. I could live without winter, but not in Boston, which is where I prefer to live.
