Being inside of the briefcase isn't too bad...the smell of leather, the risk of getting a paper cut from the edge of one of the packers held in place (well it might leave a big gash), and then you have the collection of stamps (the woman must be planning to mail some documents at a local post office at some point).
You feel the briefcase being lifted again; the woman is sitting in her seat, wanting to make sure the contents didn't get shifted in the compartment when the plane was taking off.
She opens the briefcase and immediately sees you standing right next to the stamps. Not wanting to cause a scene, you offer some humor:
"You think you could mail me to Miami for Spring Break since you have this collection of stamps?"
The woman continues to stare in disbelief at your appearance...then she looks around to see if anyone else has spotted you--so far, no one is looking at the woman and the tiny you.
You begin motioning with your hand that you want to sit in her palm so she can cup her hands and prevent others from seeing.
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