What glass ceiling?

Turns out, I am a sexist pig. Or maybe not, who can tell these days? All I know is that I started when I heard the pilot's distinctly female voice come over the intercom. Now, I didn't actually think any disparaging thoughts in the context of competence or ability, I was just surprised. But then I was annoyed at myself for being surprised. And then I was annoyed at myself for being annoyed because I can't actually remember being on a plane with a female pilot, so why would it be wrong to note a genuine first? Next, I chewed off my own tail worrying this to death with my own brand of guilty circular thinking. All that matters is that, in the end, I was surprised to be flown by a woman, and that made me a little sad.

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I'm not sure if it was the flight or the date, but the plane was nearly empty today - very unusual in these days of booking to over-capacity. I'll admit that I was extra thankful when my flight touched down without incident. I so did not tell my mother what days I was traveling this week.