SHERLOCK: TO THE MARKET
CHAPTER 2
Sherlock walked out of 221B and hailed for a taxi. Once in, he told the taxi the name of the street in which the market was located.
"This is just a waste of my time," Sherlock mumbled to himself as he got out of the cab.
As he walked into the market, he noticed it was filled with people from all walks of life.
MARRIED MAN AND WIFE; HUSBAND HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH A CASHIER
AN ELDERLY WOMAN TRYING LOOK YOUNGER THAN SHE IS; DECEASED HUSBAND
MOTHER OF TWO; TEACHER; DIVORCED
BUSINESSMAN; EMPLOYEE OF A BANK; RECEDING HAIRLINE; BLOODSHOT EYES; ALCOHOLIC
Everywhere he turned, he could pick out the characteristics of each and every person in the aisles. Then, as if someone had woken him up from a trance; a trolley almost ran into him.
"I'm sorry sir," the young girl said.
"It's quite all right," Sherlock said as he studied her.
EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE; NEWLY LICENSED DRIVER; ONE PARENT IS HANDICAPPED
"Um…do you know where I might find one of these," He said pointing to her trolley.
She pointed to a line of trolleys to the right of them.
"Thank you," Sherlock said walking over to the trolleys.
As he grabbed a trolley and began pushing it down the aisles, he felt ridiculous. Why couldn't John be doing this?
The first aisle Sherlock went down was filled with food containers. He grabbed a few of them and threw them in the trolley. He needed them to put some of his experiments in.
"What else do I need," He thought not even thinking about what John might need.
As he tried to exit the aisle, he found that it was blocked by two woman. They both were dressed to the nines and were wearing jewelry. The two woman were chatting away as if they hadn't seen one another in years. Sherlock cleared his throat for the two to notice him, yet they still ignored him.
"Excuse me," he said once again.
One of the ladies looked right at him and continued on talking.
"Fine. I just go the other way."
As Sherlock turned the trolley around, he found that the other way out was blocked by another person. Blood pressure rising, he rammed his trolley down the aisle at full speed knocking down one of the customers. He didn't care though. He had to get out. His mind went racing as he pushed the trolley down each of the aisles.
Quickly, he grabbed items off the shelves at a great speed. Customers began to take notice and looked at him with awe.
EGGS
MILK
BUTTER
FRUIT
MEAT
APPLES
BREAD
VEGETABLES
Each item Sherlock grabbed he knew it was needed. After going through the aisles, he approached the cashier. The line was rather long, and the scanner was beeping steadily.
"Oh God," Sherlock said aloud.
An elderly woman ahead of him turned around and gave him a nasty look.
Sherlock smiled at her.
Eight minutes later, it was finally time for Sherlock to check out his items. The cashier girl was chewing her gum rather loudly and was taking her sweet time to grab each item.
"Excuse me," Sherlock said.
He quickly jumped behind the counter and began scanning each item at a quick speed. He even placed the items in bags.
"Thank you mam," he said to the cashier with a smirk.
5:15p.m.
He should be back by now. Maybe he's just running late. Just then, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. That had to be him. I picked up a newspaper and held it up to my face. When Sherlock entered he carried four bags in his hands. I desperately tried to cover my face because of my laughter.
"Well…how'd that go?"
Sherlock said nothing and threw the items on the couch. He then proceeded to pick up his violin and placed it up to his chin once more.
"I take it that went well," I said over Sherlock's playing.
"John, please put those away will you?"
I rolled my eyes.