"Sherlock," John called out "Will you go get the milk today?" "I am busy John. Much to busy to deal with fickle things like shopping" John sighed. Every week it was the was the same thing, it was getting quite boring actually. Oh well, John thought better go get the groceries and he left.
Sherlock heard John leave, and sighed. Thank God. He really could not go shopping. Of course it wasn't really that he was busy. It was more of how he looked doing it. And what people thought of him. Before he had met John he had looked odd enough, as he towered over everyone else with his long black coat and cheekbones, but after John had started that blog he started getting recognized. A superhuman genius is not very impressive while buying tissues at the pharmacy. No, he could not ruin his image. John might get annoyed at him, but wasn't he always? Sherlock heard the door unlatch. Good, Sherlock was getting hungry.