No sweat. Darth Real Life shows up from time to time here, too.

My mom's church comes to mind as a place with stairs at both entrances; she's attended that church since the '80s, but the steps are getting too much for her (she is actually better with stairs than ramps because her feet are damaged). And the bathroom's location is practically a secret.

I try not to think about what that says about the church attitude toward the disabled. (I do get that money is a problem.)