Grocery shenanigans

Jeff speed walked to groccery while doing some light streches to make the illusion that he was doing a workout and wants properly stretch his muscles, extra clothes could be explained that he wants to lose a few pounds quickly.

When he arrived at the local "Froggo" shop it looked just like your old post communist mart even people looked like they were dead inside just like regular citizens who overwork themselfes to death in the glory of red block. During filling his shopping tray Jeff got into heated discussion with local grandpa about politics. Basically the discussion was about which politician was worse, how the country sucks and about bleak future, old man Bradley was hellbent on saying that country could get up from it's knees with good management.

Jeff on the other hand was saying that even with the greatest leader ever born that was exceptional in every field, the huge debt the country had, combined with high taxes wouldn't be able to do anything, because either people would rebel if he raised taxes even for a moment or other countries that have given loans to our "great" nation. Jeff felt invigorated because of gezeer Brad rant, sadly their discussion was rudely interrupted by some space cadet <*> who managed to get his flithy hands on some old makarov.

The assailant who is actively to rob the place looked well of like son of someone wealthy, which was quite strange since usually rich people try to heal their junkie sons and daughters. That means the robber was either thrown away or he managed to hide drugs from wealthy parents, either way it would be unwise to interfere. Doing John Wick shit to the burnout would be like dancing with death since one can never be sure if the addict has backing or not.

-"Brad? I think it's time leave the robber looks like he's from rich familiy, you know what that means, right?"-Jeff whispered to the geezer, while carefully observing the whole situation unfold.

-"Yeah, follow me I know where the backdoor is."-Geezer replied even more quietly and slowly walked while leaning a little more than usually.

-"Hey! Where the fuck you thnik you are going! Shithead!"-Junkie said after noticing our slow and quiet departure.

-"Ah, fuck i'm getting to old for this, well jail it is at least i did some thing good in my life."-Bradley said before throwing with full force can of soup at the head of junkie. Not many people knew that this geezer was a profesional thrower in baseball. The space cadets face caved in a little and he lost conciousnes immedialtly after.

After 1 hour police and ambulance arrived.

Thankfully the cop was still young and wasn't corrupt like his older counterparts so whole thing ended with Brad getting an caution from the officer and junkie going into hospital. Suprisingly the cashier allowed Jeff to pick four bags of food and pay for only one, as a sign of graditude.

Jeff went slowly to home physicall changes allowed him to walk comfortably with about 30kg in each hand. When he arrived he decide to clean his house just incase of emmergency the medics or firefighters would have easier time rescuing him also he need to work his stres away, which he have gotten form the whole robbery situation. After a soild 3 hours of work his house looked good enough to actually invite another person. Jeff satisfied with his work sat on the couch and begun thinking about future plans for his body and career, he can't be an accountant in small office slaving away his life forever.