Flying Blind

It's not that I think I'm unattractive, but as the mother of three stop-traffic, absolutely gorgeous adult children I know the difference between 'nice looking' and HOLY COW, WOULD YOU LOOK AT HER! I mean I clean up nicely, but would never be considered pretty or beautiful.
About two years ago, my husband and I were boarding a Southwest flight. This was before their newer, numbered system of boarding, where the only difference between boarding Southwest and a cattle call was the mooing. We were the first to board after all the 'pre-boards'. (This is a good thing because the pre-boards cannot sit in the emergency rows; we like these seats because of the extra room.) The ticket agent had said, "Tell the flight attendant you're the first." Happily, I boarded and chanted to the first person I saw in a uniform, "We're number one!" thinking he was a flight attendant. He smiled at me, pulled the microphone off the wall and said, "Flight attendants, this is your captain; the pretty lady in pink is the first of the general passengers." The "pretty" part took me off guard. I turned to my husband and said, "Dear God, the pilot's blind!" Richard replied, "Don't worry Honey, I see he's got a dog!" Richard is nothing if not supportive.