BAH, HUMBUG ... IN BRENTWOOD!

Good news, folks: Ebenezer Scrooge is alive and well ... and he's hanging around at the Brentwood Country Mart. I ran into him this morning at the Bank of America branch there and he was in rare form. He stood behind me in line muttering "move it, move it, move it" under his breath like a mantra. I could tell he was getting impatient with the woman in front of me, who was taking her time making a deposit. When she was done, instead of leaving, she started talking with the teller about her holiday plans. "I'm heading to Sun Valley tomorrow," she said, "I'm really looking forward to it." "Shut up and get the f-ck out of here!," shouted Scrooge. The woman left in a huff. I stepped up to the teller to make a withdrawal, but could still hear Scrooge muttering in the background. Evidently, I took too long, too. "Will you hurry the f-ck up?!? ... I haven't got all day!," he shouted. By this point I was fed up. I turned around, whipped out my Spycam and said, "Why don't you just shove it up your chimney, Santa? We're all doing the best we can." So much for Peace on Earth and Goodwill towards men ...!