I got back a little bit ago from the grocery store. While there, I kept bumping into a family composed of mom, dad, toddler and MIL.
MIL does not speak English. Based on DIL's interactions with MIL, DIL doesn't speak MIL's language.
Son/husband kept acting as translator, and every time DIL put something MIL didn't approve of in the cart, MIL would take it back out and rail at son/husband in their language, complete with wild gesticulations.
Son/husband would put it back and tell wife that mommy said no. Then she would yell at him in English and tell him to put his mother in her place.
They rang out behind me and she had a small basket of stuff and his mother was jabbering about it and wife told husband, 'You tell her I'm buying this with my own money and she just suck it!'
It was like a train wreck -- it made me feel bad to watch, but I couldn't look away. Andplusalso, I kept running into them in every damn aisle.
I'm gonna go with 'not my circus, not my monkeys.'