Pincher

The troubles can be endless: a mix-up on meals, a shortage of liquor, engine difficulties, other mechanical quirks, male pinchers, female whiners, vomiting children, two-timing stewardesses who steal your man, and, once in awhile,^([sic]) a plane that takes a good friend to a fiery death.

“And they would certainly take offence, were their son to be accused of theft.” “It would stir them up like an egg whisk. I mean, however well they know that Wilbert is a pincher, they don't want to have it rubbed in.”

“And if ever a man needed to be constantly under an eye, it's the above kleptomaniac.” “The what?” “Haven't you been told? Wilbert's a pincher. […] He pinches things. Everything that isn't nailed down is grist to his mill.”