Big Brother Is Watching

A couple in a parked car called out to me as I was walking my dogs the other night. "Look threatening," I mumbled to my boys as I warily approached the vehicle. They wagged their behinds happily in response. Attack dogs they are not. Anyway, I came up to the open window and saw a small hispanic or perhaps middle eastern woman behind the wheel beside her huge black male passenger. They looked "normal" enough, whatever that means. The woman said something that I didn't catch.

"Sorry, what?" I asked (in french).

"Do you know a Big Brother?" Big Brother? I looked at her monstrous companion. Was this a trick question? Were they recruiters for Big Brothers Big Sisters of America? Somehow I doubted that.

"Uh..." I was confused.

"Where can we find a Big Brother?"

"We're not from around here..." the woman explained.

All of a sudden it clicks. I understand what they're looking for but don't know who they can call.

"Sorry, can't help you," I said, and started to walk away. Several other pedestrians passed but none were stopped. I looked down at myself, amusedly wondering why they thought I was "in the know."

Oh yeah. Who's baaaad.