Donkeys years ago my late parents stayed at the Waldorf Astoria in New York. When they returned, my father was still agog at there being a fax machine in the bathroom of their hotel suite. “What the hell is so urgent you need to get a fax about it in the bathroom?” he would ask. Rhetorically I assume, as the answer is, of course, nothing.

I can’t help feeling the same way about smartphone use in cars.

Maybe it’s my age.