Dear Mr. J. M. Lapeyre, Your stairs suck. Sincerely, Me.
I only encounter these things rarely, but when I do, I always end up cursing up a storm.
According to the website, these things are supposedly safer and easier to use.
This, I can tell you from much experience, is a HUGE PILE OF SHITE.
These things are a GARGANTUAN pain in the ass to negotiate.
Guess what, Mr. Lapeyre? I’ve been going up and down steps since I was a little kid! I’m pretty damn good at it. I don’t want to have to completely reconfigure my kinaesthetics so I can get onto a roof, or down from one, without falling and breaking every fucking bone in my body. Especially if I’m carrying a box. And if I’m carrying several boxes? Fuggeddaboudit.
They apparently think this is a super-clever invention. It is not. It is a travesty. Just give me a goddamn stair, or a goddamn ladder if you want to save space. A ladder or scuttle takes up EVEN LESS SPACE than your precious space-saving “innovation”.
I swear, these things give me such a headache, that I wish I could go back in time and club J.M. in the head until he forgot all about his clever idea.
The world would just have to do without the mechanical shrimp-peeler.