I was sitting downstairs in the kitchen area at work the other day, having my lunch, when I noticed the young chap sitting next to me, texting on his phone.
His two thumbs flew over the tiny touchscreen keyboard faster than I could follow.
“That’s amazing”, I said.ย As someone who is a pretty slow, two-fingered, typist on a proper keyboard and is so much slower on a phone keyboard, I was most impressed with the speed at which he was bashing out this text. “Do you make many mistakes typing at that speed?” I asked.
“Not really”, he said, turning his head to look at me, “Auto-correct will pick up any mistakes I make, but usually I’m fairly accurate”.
He’d continued typing whilst looking and talking to me. I looked at the message he had been tapping out to his girlfriend.
Perfect. Not a mistake to be seen. It’s fair to say I was a little in awe.
It has taken me twenty minutes to type this out.
I reckon he could have done it in two.
Blindfolded.
He wants to be a millionaire.
Nope… don’t geddit.
Fastest finger first.
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I can’t text quickly. My other half, the current Mrs J, is telephone keyboard wiz (whiz?). I can feel her eyes rolling as she watches me text, WhatsApp, or email from the phone. I think it’s a genetic thing. Oh, wait a moment. You said the person you were watching was a ‘he’? Hmm…
Yes, a ‘he’.
But a young ‘he’.
With young, arthritic-free hands.