Every Friday, we have two women come to our house for a weekly cleaning.

It’s my favorite time of the week because, when they are done, the house is immaculate…for 3 hours until my kids get home.

But every Friday, when I see them, I feel a huge amount of anger.

Not anger at them, anger at the financial system that is screwing them over.

It is screwing them with the cost of remittances to El Salvador; screwing them with 8% inflation; and now screwing them with higher interest rates.

It just feels so unfair.

I don’t feel righteous indignation at too many things these days. Maybe I’m just a jaded old man, but when I see them, I feel ticked off…and I want to do something about it.