Halloween came early at 7th and Montana last night as the woman known among insiders as the Bulgarian Vulgarian -- famous for her recent efforts to take over Our Favorite Starbucks -- made the scene. At precisely 7:36 p.m. last night, Genevieve and Kathy sent out an Alert which popped-up on my computer screen at home: "She's Back ... Calling Management Again!" "I'm on it," I said, as I grabbed my Spy Cam and ran out the door. In recent days, the Bulgarian has invaded a number of local establishments, each time insisting that she's calling "Top Management" on her cell phone. Rumor has it the walls at the Seven-Eleven on Wilshire are still echoing from her visit two days ago ("It isn't a Slurpee until I say it's a Slurpee ...!!!"). By the time I arrived on the scene last night, she had zeroed-in on the Montana West Hair Salon and was, as usual, screaming into her cell phone ("You call this a Haircut?!? I'll show you a Haircut ...!!!"). Indeed, her hair was flying wildly in all directions, and so was her vocabulary for that matter. She recoiled at the sight of me -- perhaps confusing my Spy Cam with a Silver Cross -- and began screeching in an Unknown Language. "Now she's speaking in tongues," said Kathy, helpfully. I watched for several minutes, half-expecting to see the Bulgarian's head rotate a full 360-degrees while she projectile vomited mass quantities of Green Goop, but she merely muttered to herself and walked away. She was last seen heading South towards the Seven-Eleven, where something tells me she'll show them all exactly what it means to take a "Big Gulp" ...!