When I was a kid, one of my chores was to clean the stairs in the house (i.e., take all the items that were placed on it to the respective person's room and then sweep it down). Well one time my mother complained to me that the stairs were still too dusty, so I swept them again. The following day I got yet another compaint about my workmanship. By now I was becoming quite annoyed by how picky my mother was with the cleanliness of said stairs, so I decided to breakout the big guns and use Pledge on the stairs (essentially waxing). As a result, the stairs shone like glass and weere slicker than black ice. Both my parents wiped out, all of my sisters took a dive and even my poor grandmother and the dog fell down the stairs. No one took headers so it was nothing awfully tragic. Your feet would kick up and then you would bounce on your a$$ all the way down.
As a result, my mom never complained about dusty stairs again.