My Roomba has arrived. Anyone without a Roomba is wrong.
My mom was scared at one point when it started – on its own – to vacuum up. When we were leaving she asked, “Are you just going to leave it here, going?” When I said yes, she responded, “You trust it?” like it was going to steal my precious precious jewels. (DVDs)
Though in all and complete honesty I’m a little glad it can’t climb stairs – it gives me a safe place to flee to when it inevitably turns against me, per evidence in “I, Robot.”
Also for the sake of honesty I’m not sure it saves time. While I can push a button and vacuum and then, say, watch some TV, I inevitably end up watching the Roomba instead.