Maybe it's because I'm an English major, but I find myself searching for the hidden meaning behind the metaphors of everyday life

She was dressed in a bright red two piece skirt suit and a fancy black hat--the kind reserved for church and funerals and considering the time (it was 12:57pm on a Sunday), I assumed it was for the former. She was maybe 70 years old--out of place at a hip and rather rundown coffee shop/bar. She walked in and instead of getting in line, made eye contact with me, walked over to where I was sittin in the corner by the open window, and said,
"Do you need someone to carry you home? We could carry you home if you wanted us to."
I, confused by her oddly phrased question and general appearance, hesitantly responded, "Oh no thanks. I'm fine."
She then sat down in a booth and continued to sit there for about five minutes before she got up and walked to the door without saying another word.

I only wonder what would have happened if I had said "yes."