Welcome to...wait...where?

Approximately no one will be surprised to learn that I accidentally flew into the wrong airport.
Except, I was a little surprised. First I was impressed that the Burbank airport got so much larger. Also I was a tiny bit confused about the big sign that said WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES. I thought, Hmmm, a sign like that would be more appropriate for LAX...

Apparently I became a one-woman security threat to Southwest Airlines a few minutes after we (re)took off in San Jose. I would like to point out, in my own defense, that at Sea-Tac the gate attendant took both of my boarding passes and then told me to stay on the plane instead of switching in San Jose. You know their tag line (you are now free to move about the country)? They must take that whole thing really seriously, because no one bothered to a) check my ticket on the second leg of the flight or b) inform me that I was in fact on the wrong plane. Which means I could have taken that plane all the way to Reno and no one would have cared (except me, maybe).

Possible conclusions to draw from this experience:

1. Nobody really cares about airport security, even though I now always have to pack in ziplocs and take my shoes off when I go through the detector.

2. Am far less capable/intelligent than I look to the outside world (or flight attendants, at least).

3. I would make a good spy (and was therefore justified in keeping Walt Disney on my list).