George and I have another argument

One of Mini's little peculiarities is to tell us if something needs checking. She does this by flashing a message on the dashboard. It's currently reading, 'Remote control battery.'

'Remote control? Mini has remote control? Why did nobody tell me? I could have stayed at home and sent her on her own to places if I'd known.' ... 'Although that would be a bit dangerous, wouldn't it?'

Fun though. I can picture it now. Puzzled looks from people on the pavement as Mini zooms past with NO driver!

I was discussing this with George. He was sceptical. 'This from the woman who won't even use cruise control because she's afraid the car will start going where it wants to instead of where she wants it to.'

I pointed out that literature was full of man-made creatures that had gone rogue. He said, 'Did you note the important word in that sentence? Literature. Stories. Fiction. Made-up. Not real.'
'You are such a smarty pants!'
George shrugged. 'Some of us have just got it.'
'Yeah well you've got a black eye too.'
'Oh, below the belt!'
'You look as though you've done ten rounds with Muhammad Ali!'
George sighed. 'Have you finished?'

We continued our walk in silence. Then George said, 'I assume you're going to write about this in our blog?'
I nodded. 'I'm composing it as I walk.'
'Please point out that I have a poorly eye and that you're taking me to the vet very soon. Either that or say that I retorted, "You should see the other guy."'
'You mean I should make up our conversation to make you sound witty?'
'It's what all good writers do. Exaggerate a little.'
'Huh. As if I would.'