My Assistant’s Girlfriend Called Me a Poor Old Hag

Every time my assistant booked a private room for me, he brought his girlfriend along.

I let it slide. The room was on his way home anyway.

Then today I pushed the door open and found a sticky note slapped on the head chair:

"Freeloaders not allowed."

I peeled it off and turned to him. "What's this about?"

His girlfriend was already sitting in the head seat, glaring at me.

"Can't you read?" she snapped. "Mooching off my boyfriend every damn day. Have you no shame?"

"If you can't afford Michelin, don't show up. I can't stand cheap old hags like you.