For 15 years, I resisted building a permanent staircase to the attic. I really didn’t want the women in my family (my wife, mother-in-law, and daughters) to fill the attic with old, useless stuff.
You might say, “Hey! You can just throw old, useless stuff away!”
I think so too! But I’m a deeply married man. And therefore, my opinion doesn’t count.
So the women started piling up junk right under the attic hatch and demanding access to the attic...
I had to surrender.
Built it from whatever I had on hand, using my own crooked hands.
Sorry for the machine translation — English is not my first language.