What, exactly, does big imply?

I went to something-Orchid, a hair salon in Portland's inadequate Chinatown that Colleen Coover recommended. The owner stopped right in the middle of someone else's style-job, leaving her sitting in the chair with strange things in her hair while I got my quick buzzcut. She made conversation, as all barbers will, and asked me if Sara and I had any kids. I said no. She seemed a little put off,