Why you went for the blonde, blue-eyed, scatterbrained type of girl instead of the rich, smart ones your parents picked for you? You didn't know, but you liked to imagine your own reasons. Today's special on the menu? Lindsey, a sweet girl with a pair of tits that would propel her into the sky, should she ever trip and land on them, blue eyes that shone like sapphires and a nice,toned, muscular body. You two were in a shopping mall when she tripped on an escalator due to having to carry so many of her own beauty products, painfully rolling downwards said escalator, which wasn't the moment you feared, luckily. That moment happened when her clumsy fall approached the last two steps of the escalator. It happened almost like in those movies where the main character's girlfriend plummets off a cliff in slow motion while someone is singing "Ave Maria", Lindsey tried to brace herself, her shopping bags flying all around her and then, BOING! CRASH! WHOOSH! Through the mall roof and into the sky she went, body angled in an upward trajectory, hair flying around her like crazy, blue eyes occasionally gazing down at you, her boyfriend with concern whether you would just think: "Welp, there goes another one, and this one was a keeper." and move on or if you would at least gaze up to the moon once she would land there.