I have the remote control!!

So in our house, Perfect Husband is normally in charge of the TV remote control when he is at home. I'm sure this is the case for the majority of households- gadgets are a man-thing, as is impatience.....
Last night we were settling down to watch TV after dinner, showers and chores were done; a bit of down time before bed. Perfect Husband was skipping through the channels as usual, while playing with his new Iphone (who says men can't multi-task?) when he settled on a programme which was about motorhomes and was already halfway through. After a few minutes he gave me the remote with the generous comment that I could choose what I wanted as he wasn't really watching this, and went back to his Iphone.
Now I have a different strategy for selecting something to watch. Quaint though it may be, I simply start at channel one and work my way through, reading the information as I go; this way I don't miss anything and I usually find something I am interested in. This weird and unacceptable behavior on my part was enough to drag his attention away from the Iphone; he "suggested" I check the movie channels. I carried on what I was doing, to which he helpfully told me that if I held the button down it would skip through the channels faster.
I gave him the look of Absolute Power, held the precious remote to my breast and informed him quite regally that I had the remote and therefore I was in charge, and if he had wanted to look for things his way he should have done it when HE had the remote.
I feel like there's a Life Lesson here of sorts: don't try and insist that others do things the way you want them done, if you've passed up the chance to do it yourself. Too many people try and control others; be it trying to force their opinions on them at a meeting or party, trying to control how they dress, what they think. We're all our own people and we need to respect each other, and even though squabbling over what to watch on the TV is a minor and stupid thing, it's the principal involved. Suggestions are fine, as is constructive criticism, but outright bossiness is not.
As it was, I settled on a reality show about a vet and even Perfect Husband enjoyed it in the end, although I did close my eyes when the vet was sawing the head off a dead calf that was stuck inside its unfortunate mother. Luckily the pieces of bloated calf were removed and the poor exhausted mother was saved. This was a happy ending of sorts, but I didn't necessarily want to see such detail straight after my dinner.