I was in Sears on the up escalator and glanced down and saw this oh so fine sweetie with really nice tits and a low cut top walking along down below me. Well, Merry Christmas in August!
As she jiggled along, I leaned over the edge of the railing for a goodbye look, and promptly got my neck wedged in the "V" formed by the ceiling of the first floor and the escalator rail. Luckily for me, the clutch on the escalator was working and it stopped before I broke my neck or strangled to death. Then they had to back the fucker up a tad so I could get out, which gave everybody in the store time to come over to get their laugh for the day. Assholes.
The worst part was that the girl I was ogling laughed hardest of all as I hung there giving the term "wedgie" a whole new meaning. The next time I was in Sears, I noticed they had installed a piece of triangular plexiglass there to keep me from doing it again.