My Driver’s Girlfriend Called Me a Freeloader,But I Was the Donna

Every time my wheelman drove me across the territory, he brought his girlfriend along.

Since her stops were on the way, I never said a word about it.

Until one morning I opened the door of the armored car and found a note pressed flat against my seat in the back:

"Hangers-on don't ride in this car."

I peeled it loose and turned to the driver. "What is this?"

His girlfriend sat up front, watching me with open contempt. "Can't you read? Every single day you mooch a ride off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can't afford a cab, stay home. Dio, I can't stand leeches like you."