Perils of Sweeping

I was outside sweeping my porch and walkway when Abi came out to ask me a question.  I stopped, answered her and continued to sweep.  Hearing her voice again, I opened my mouth and said, "Love ya Hon." before I had even looked up. Imagine my surprise when I was met with two women (a lovely couple to be sure) that were staring at me like I was an alien that had just sucker-punched them in the gut.  One women (the more’dominant’ of the two) asked, "Are you talking to us?".  I started to laugh and explained that I thought she was my daughter who had been outside a moment ago.  She was not amused.  Oh no, she was not amused.  In fact, she possesively put her arm around her partners waist while picking up the pace and walking away.  I thought it was hysterical.