"Chelsea, I'm short of money. Can you transfer me some?" Jane smiled on the other end of the line.
I heard the sound of glasses clinking from her end. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 9:30 p.m.
She probably went out to drink with her friends again.
I frowned and asked, "Didn't you get a job recently? How come you're short of money?"
"I quit. The boss' wife was so annoying! She kept showing off her designer bag every day. I was bugged. That bitch!"
I sighed. Jane had already quit three jobs this year, and she had asked me for money several times.
She quit for various reasons, such as feeling exhausted from work or disliking the boss' wife.
I patiently advised her, "You should grow up. If you don't earn, you'll live off Mom and Dad..."
Jane impatiently interrupted me, "Cut the crap, Chelsea! I'm not living them off! It's not like I always ask them for money! Why is it so hard to ask for some money from you?"
I didn't know what to say.
She continued impatiently, "Are you going to give me the money or not? If not, I'll go ask Mom!"