My wife bought the usual "no-name" baby monitors at a now late K-Mart store. We were two blocks back of the main drag, with a Wendy's, a Long John Silvers, a Taco Bell within rock throwing distance on the main road, and two old ladies at opposite ends of
the block my house sat on with VHF x-ceivers . All those old girls did was gab most of their waking hours.
The kid had conked out, so I put her down for nap. I threw a reflexive, "I love you" at the snoozing kid and the yapping from the girls stopped. After five seconds or so they started up again with "That man said he loved you!" There was quite a bit of speculation about who it was, until they settled on the old ham across the street and up the block. There was much discussion on whether they should tell his wife or not, when one said, "I'm not causing a divorce and getting labelled a home wrecker the rest of my life!" Then it was back to yapping.