You know how some people have emergency pants? I’ve got emergency stairs.
Stairs. I frown upon them. Starting in the basement: seven stairs, 90 degree turn, 5 stairs. Walk through the kitchen, dining room, living room, and there are eight stairs, 90 degree turn, four stairs. Plus a scary old pull-down ladder to the attic.
I don’t want an elevator or an escalator. I want an anti-gravity device.
I am protected.
(aside to OP: should we give it away yet?)
Cliffy B told me I was protected.
Oh, and Esco has a really cool teacher.
I don’t get it. It’s like there is some terrible secret of space that you’re talking about and I’m not let in on.
Very wide stairs, usually with carpet going up the center. So wide you can’t reach both banisters with your outstretched arms, thus making tumbles down them much more dramatic. In the movie “Gone with the Wind” Scarlet sweeps up and down the stairs several times and once falls down them, triggering a miscarriage.
OK, I’m off to shove Grandma into the snow now.
Not any more. I live in Florida, where you can’t build a basement, or you’d hit the water table. Two-storey houses are outnumbered by ranch homes around here - unless you’re spending over $150K. Every other house I’ve ever lived in had stairs, and now I am enjoying their absence very much!
Yes. I love them. We live in a two story duplex/townhouse. Bedrooms and full bath upstairs, living room, kitchen and half bath down. I love it.
I don’t want to live without stairs again.
I get so little exercise anyway that the stairs (14 maybe) from the first to second floors are worth the extra effort.
However, we have decided that someone has turned up the gravity on the second floor. It seems so heavy when you finally get to that top step.
Next to our stairs is a strange little alcove. The front door opens into a foyer with very tall ceilings (maybe 20-30 foot). The stairs go up from there and next to the stairs between the bedroom wall and the bannister is an area about 12 feet long and four feet wide. Not good for much, but we keep our bookshelves there. Very convenient. My kitten likes to walk along this ledge and roll on the edge making us gasp. He also likes to stand on his back legs and swat the light fixture.
What’s all this about pushing? The pusher robot is malfunctioning; don’t trust him. Shoving is the answer.
Of course there are stairs in my house you imbecile, how do you think I get up to the second floor?
Well, I was going to post that yes, I do have stairs and how I love living in a house with stairs, but after reading this thread, I see that I am being seriously whooshed by the OP. About what, I have no idea …
My parents’ current home has a lovely spiral wooden staircase… with some rather conspicous patch jobs where we tried to move furniture up & down ourselves. Ugh. Not fun when your only moving companions are a father with a bum leg and a mother who is nearly a foot shorter than you. When I moved out, I left behind most of my old furniture rather than move it all. My folks are now resigned to requiring professional movers should they ever relocate.
The house before that (my childhood home) was two stories and had the entrance door roughly in the middle of the house’s vertical plane - so inside there was a landing with stairs going up and stairs going down. One of my first memories is ripping down a baby gate and tumbling down both sets of stairs. I did that a few times.
All grown up, I now live in a single floor condo. Despite loving the look of two-story homes, I will never get one. Why? Because I sleepwalk on a monthly basis. Yes, I’m actually afraid of falling down the stairs and breaking my neck. Amazing how many times I safely traversed the stairs at night as a child, but I’m sure my luck in that regard has run out by now.
And I was going to add I’ve been able to routinely dismount since being a toddler and can even do it in my sleep now, but clearly I am thinking of something else.
6 years ago, we bought a Craftsman built in 1942. It has stairs. Outside, 6 from the yard to the door x2, 10 from the patio to the basement. The inside stairs to the basement, were, when we moved in, open. I mean two 2x12s withs notches and boards. Once below the level of the ground floor, there was no rails, just the 8 balance beams to the concrete.
We have remodeled. Those “scares” we once had, are now enclosed with civilized painted walls, with hand rails, and carpet on the treads and risers. 
SMILE The dank, unfinished basement has given way to the cosy den/media room, and my pride, the glass studio. Yes, the stairs are a hassle sometimes, but, they lead the way to what we’ve looked forward to for 6 years. A Finished House. The remodeling is finally done.
Ahem. I live in Florida in a house with a basement. My inlaws built a house not too far from here, also in Florida, with a basement. So I DEMAND that you amend your erroneous statement.
The house we’ll be building in Maryland will have stairs going to the basement, but there will be no second floor. All the necessities will be on the living level, and the workshop and assorted storage will be in the basement. Since this will be our retirement home, I didn’t want to face old age with too many steps.
I make do with a chick magnet, myself,
As for stairs, 3 going up to the bedrooms, & a long flight of too narrow stairs going to the half-basement. I worry about my elderly mother & those narrow steps…
I’m not sure if the OP was going to spill the beans, but the question is in reference to one of the funniest ICQ pranks out there (there are many other tear-inducing ones, but this is the one that helped make SA famous):
Are you protected?
I have a house with boring stairs. I’ve lived in two story houses since I was eight, so now the novelty has worn off (that first year though, wooo boy, me and the brothers played on the stairs for hours at end!)
What I want now is something I saw in a magazine. There was a house with a two story room, and they built A ROCK CLIMBING WALL going up to the second story! I want that!!!
No, but I am protected. By pusher robots.