I am staying in a hotel for a few nights while my mother has surgery. I couldn't help but notice this sign by the elevator:
Umm, OK. But where are these stairs of which they speak?
It wasn't until the third time I looked at this sign that I found them at the top of the weird box-like room diagram:
Obviously, they only want young people who have good vision to live in case of a fire. Management finds it perfectly acceptable for the rest of us over forty to perish.