The irony of life

Very often we see petite housemaids cleaning (struggling) their master’s car hot days in any posh locality. It makes me angry, sad and apathetic at the same time. Angry because how can someone have the housemaid clean the car outside in the sun like this, as if keeping her like a de facto slave for 24 hours who is at your every beck and call, is not enough. Men should do things like these not women folk. Would that guy have his wife/sister/daughter/mother wash his car for him? Sad because the poor thing cant do anything about it and she will continue to suffer. This probably might even be an escape, albeit for a few minutes, from her fat ass lazy mistress who other than ordering her, beats her with anything she can get hold of. Apathetic because what can I do, did I do for her or the likes of her? On the topic of housemaids and irony together, I got these thoughts (mortal ones) in my head: Ironic that we pay a fortune to our kids swimming instructor for a few hours of swimming lessons but cant part with a little bonus for the housemaid who takes care of that very kid 24/7 and actually replaces the mother most times of the day. Ironic that we can pay in excess of 50-100 bucks per month for our kids school fees but wont like to pay more that 5-10 bucks to the cleric who would teach our kids our holy book and religion. Ironic we can shell a rial or two as tip everytime we fill our bellies but cant get to give our servant, office boy, driver a tip even on his religious days. Ironic we can remember the faces of actors of a movie seen years ago but cant remember the face of guy who cleans our office/building everyday.