Madison marveled at how the situation she was in was both new and not new. On the one hand, hardly a shift went by without a guy at least her dad's age pretending not to understand how a seat belt worked and leaving it in his lap for her to pick up and adjust. On the other hand, these men were usually full-sized, and not 3 inches tall.
The guy in question was a potbellied fellow in his 50s who was traveling alone. She knelt down and wondered what this guy could possibly be getting out of this. The normal-sized guys got her delicate fingers unintentionally brushing across their crotch, but how could someone enjoy fingertips as large as boulders running across their junk?
It turned out that the tiny man was telling the truth. She'd fumbled with her fingers, then switched to the service tweezers, but the man's seat belt was legitimately broken. This was a full flight, and there weren't any seats available to move the man to. This wasn't ideal, but it would probably be oka-
"This is your captain speaking," The intercom buzzed. "We're coming up on some heavy turbulence that could be around for the rest of the flight. We've turned on the fasten seat belt signs, please remain seated and secured until further notice."
Crap.
That wouldn't do, the wrong bump could launch the poor little man to god-knows-where. The tiny man looked worried.
"Sir, for your safety I think you're going to have to come with me." Madison said, trying to remain collected. She scooped him into her hand. There wasn't a protocol for this, so she'd have to improvise a safe place for the little man to ride.
She had to think quick, too. The first bumps of turbulence were already hitting the plane...
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