Roses and Starbucks Cups

It's crossed my mind recently more than once how life really isn't that fair. I mean, I don't recall anyone ever trying to insist that it was... but little things often remind me how life isn't fair. Sitting at a red light I saw a young couple crossing the street to where a woman was selling roses. It was a Friday evening and they were dressed for a semi-formal night out. The girl was choosing her roses as the guy took some money out of his wallet. It just made me wonder what did this woman do that determined she would be the one selling flowers instead of the one receiving them. Is it that she couldn't finish highschool? Or because she has darker skin? It really isn't that fair.

Also what do the people who cook and clean the house think of this lifestyle? I feel guilty the days when I don't do much. Like for example if I watch more tv than usual or sleep in late. I wake up at 10:15 and Alma has already been up for almost three hours cleaning and tending to everybody's pety needs. I wake up, shower, go to the kitchen, make eggs, leave my dishes in the sink, check my facebook, and go up to the roof where I pass Alma on the way, who is doing laundry. After about an hour I come back to the room where the bed is made, the floor mopped, and the sink clear of toothpaste debree. The house cleaners don't really get to have lazy days if they want to keep their job. They empty the garbage bins, where they see empty Starbucks cups and the price tag for another dress. I can't help but wonder if they feel any resentment when they find a pair of new shoes on our floor every second week, while knowing there are many people who lack so many essential things in their lives.