Mother-in-law is always fascinating subject, right?
My MIL was supposed to reach Kalyan rail station in Mumbai and I was expected to pick her up. Luckily, I had duty that day and convinced my wife that my friend G would pick her up.
G is a hardworking guy who is not very fluent in English. Just for the kicks, I told G that my MIL is a very modern woman who only speaks English and that too in style. G managed to get MIL into a taxi and the one-hour travel to Vashi began. All through, G kept talking in “stylish” English. All he got in reply was furious silence.
As soon as my MIL entered home, she screamed at my wife, “Where is your husband? I would have pushed that G out of the taxi. Give me a headache balm.”
As for G, he caught me next day and screamed: “Your MIL is moody.”
“I kept asking her so many questions in stylish English and she kept staring at me angrily.”