To: Sherlock Holmes
Subject: I really hate pin and chip machines
I had another row with a pin and chip machine. You probably would have laughed at me, getting into a fight with an inanimate object.
This time, instead of going out for milk, he needed pet food for Gladstone. The puppy was still rather small for his age, according to the veterinarian, but he ate like he never had food before. Apparently, according to the vet again, this was also rather normal.
And then, of course, he found himself at the front of a long line arguing with those blasted machines that couldn't seem to understand that all he wanted to do was buy a bag of dog food and go home to sleep since he had just worked a 16-hour shift and this was getting rather tedious.
"Please scan card again." After three tries, there was a pause in which he watched with bated breath. "Card not authorized, please contact customer support."
Finally, at home, he collapsed on the couch with a cup of tea. Gladstone climbed up onto his lap a few minutes later, and he gave a tired smile as he drifted to sleep.
"The trouble I go through for you, Sherlock..."
To: John Watson
Subject: Error
Delivery to the following recipient has failed permanently: Sherlock Holmes.
Be warned: there's angst ahead. Apologies in advance for that. Um... just wrote the last two chapters, and there's major feels there as well. Yeah. Major feels and angst.
