Life complicated by t.v. 'clicker', the men who run it

Who in your house has control of the TV clicker? Remember way back before there were 'clickers'? You had to go over to the TV and change channels, or turn the volume up or down, or try to get rid of the 'snow'. Well, all that changed when 'clickers' were invented. For some strange reason the men of the house seem to think that the 'clicker' has their name on it, and that they are the only ones who can possibly operate it. As the years go by, Bob's hand that he always holds the clicker with just seems to be molded to fit that blasted clicker. He guards it with his life, I think he is afraid I might cabbage on to his favorite toy. One day when he was gone, I could hardly wait to grab that clicker and have the time of my life, as he always seemed to have playing with it. But I soon found out that the fun he seemed to be having was 'surfing' the TV. He always checked out every channel, up and down continually 'til I would finally give up of ever seeing the show I wanted to watch, or any show to watch, one that wasn't being interrupted continually by surfing. I would find the show I wanted to watch and leave it on that channel until the show was over. No big deal. Usually when he leaves he gives me instructions to check the other channels and to be sure and tell him what the golf, basketball, football or any of ball scores were. Is he kidding? When he would get home, the first thing he would say, "What was the score?" "What score, I would say" to which he would reply, "I leave you in charge of the 'clicker' and you don't even know what the score is? Well my mom always said "He who laughs last, laughs best" and boy did I laugh. If looks could kill, I would have been dead in my tracks. As the years have passed, I find that it is more fun to read a book, talk on the phone or play on my computer. Well this evening, for some reason Bob went out in the kitchen and didn't come back in for about a half hour, so I took it upon myself to operate the clicker. There was a movie I wanted to watch and was very contentedly watching and enjoying myself a lot, when he unexpectedly came into the living room. He wasn't there for more than two minutes, when he said "Would you hit (whatever channel the ball game was on)". So I did, well, every couple of minutes he would say, "Quick hit the recall button." "Turn it up, turn in down." You can guess I wasn't enjoying my movie at all, in fact I couldn't even remember after all the recall hit's what I was watching.

I said to him, "What in the world is so much fun about having control of the clicker, here, take this blasted thing and hit the recall yourself", to which he replied "Gee, thanks, don't mind if I do." I think I got 'snookered' again.