Just when I thought I could be a normal person like everyone else, everything falls apart again. Today I decided to go to Starbucks on the way to work (which I am at right now). I was nervous because I've been to Starbucks only twice before and it requires talking to people. I walked in and after debating in my head whether or not "grande" was pronounced granDAY or granDEE went up to the register. I said what I had been saying in my head over and over in preparation, "Hi I would like a granDAY coffee." He knew what I was talking about and said that will be some number under two dollars. I was excited. I didn't accidentally trip over the words and he understood me perfectly. It was like I was a regular person, a regular customer. I had prepared two dollars in advanced and was hoping the tax didn't cause the price to be over two dollars which meant I would have to fumble around in my wallet. I received my change and he quickly brought my coffee. I was smiling in my head at this point. I went over to the cream and sugar area and found the regular milk canister, I prefer regular milk. I slowly unscrewed it and began to pour it hoping nothing bad would happen like it suddenly releasing a tidal wave of milk all over the counter. Nothing came out, after fiddling with it for a while, nervous that I was doing something wrong, I found that it was actually empty. Somehow, and this is quite amazing, I managed to sum up the courage to say to the guy behind the counter, "Hi, I think this is out of milk or I'm doing it wrong." I said everything correctly and he, believing I knew what I was doing, immediately replaced the milk not even checking to see if I was being a retard. I was ecstatic at this point, two homeruns in such a short time period. I poured the milk in and then began adding sugar. I took a little coffee spinner and spun it really well. I took a coffee top (which usually I thought they gave you) and placed it on but then I remembered I should probably test it out first. I was overconfident at this point, normally I would not taste it with the coffee lid on as I would have to take the coffee lid back off and then add more stuff, making me look weird and holding up other people, maybe this was my downfall. All of the sudden a torrential downpour of coffee comes rushing down my hand and onto the floor. I had no idea what happened at the time. I did the only thing I knew how to do, I HURRIEDLY walked right out the door and ran away to an alley nearby, burning hot coffee spilling out onto my hand and the floor every step I took. I put the coffee down and crouched, inspecting it. I put on a lid that was too small and it caused a leak, or so I believe. I will never return to that Starbucks ever again.