TIFU by not letting a grandmother rap at me. Instead, I maybe sent her to the wrong ginger lad.

So, I work at supermarket. I was doing my regular thing, putting stuff on the shelf and organizing the layout. When just as I'm taking my cage of backstock back to the warehouse this woman (20 odd), with her nan (60/70-ish) approach me. She, the 20 year old, looked both a little embarrassed and a little scared but also couldn't stop laughing as she was trying to ask me something (understandably so). I was thinking "Is she going to ask me about adult nappies or something? Maybe about some kind of accident that's happened in the other aisles?"

Boy howdy was i wrong. She says, and i quote; "My nan has recently joined a rap battle group, and needs help with performing in front of strangers to build up her confidence." What! Not in a million years could i have imagined that that was what was about to come out of her mouth. I was of course a little stunned. Her nan looked at me, expectingly. Clearly she was in on it, and it wasn't something her granddaughter has just whipped out to prank/embarrass her nan with. She was looking at me like "so, can i rap for ya lad?"

My social anxiety went through the roof. No way in hell i was going to just stand there, in the middle of the aisle, as this nan raps to me/for me/at me, as the only audience member. I politely denied, saying that i was by no means the best to ask for help with such a task. But i did tell them another lad who works here would be so up for it. I needed to get away to process what happened, plus put what i was working on away. I told them there this ginger lad whose working around here somewhere, he'd love to help you. Now, I wasn't trying to stitch him up or anything, he loves a good waste of time so as to not do any work. And him out of anybody working here, he would say yes.

And so i head back towards the warehouse still reeling from that situation. But I'm thinking "i need to find this lad and bring them to these women." As i go to leave the warehouse, another lad who works at the front of the shop, who i didn't know was working this night, passes me. He is also ginger, and also quite autistic. So here i am thinking "oh no. did they rap to this poor lad? did they ask him such a wild question in front of a bunch of other people why he's just trying to work?" I'm on the spectrum too and I'm very socially awkward, but he's got the tisum quite a bit stronger than i do. I've barely said two words to this lad in the past. How could i ask him "Hey, did a nan rap for you? What did you think? any notes?" I tried to bring the ginger lad i did mean to take them to to them. But we couldn't find them, assuming they paid for their stuff and went home. And so did the ginger lad at the front of the store, as him passing me into the warehouse was him at the end of his shift. So i wasn't able to ask him, or ask someone to ask him about if they did or not.

So here i am. Writing this. Since that moment i feel like i really F'd up. Why didn't i let this nan rap to me!? Why couldn't i have sucked it up and experienced what could have been the funniest shit ever? I know that in my heart of hearts, in good conscience i could not have said yes, as i wouldn't have been able to hold it together to be a good recipient of this nan's lyrics. I couldn't do that to the old girl. But god i wish i did.

TLDR: A women and her nan had asked me if they could practice rapping in front of me, as a stranger to help build her confidence. I say no because i feared i would laugh, but instead direct her to another college who i knew would be down for that. I described him as a "ginger lad", thinking he was the only one here tonight. Turns out the other ginger lad, who is also very autistic, is also working here tonight. Before i could bring the correct ginger lad to the women, both the wrong ginger lad and the rapping nan had gone. So i don't know if the nan did any rapping and I'm so gutted i didn't let this random nan rap to me.