An airline pilot was scheduled to take a flight from New York to Los Angeles. The weather was too bad in New York to allow his usual on time departure. The weather in New York finally

 An airline pilot was scheduled to take a flight from New York to Los Angeles. The weather was too bad in New York to allow his usual on-time departure.

After hours of waiting, the storm finally cleared, and the flight was ready to go. The passengers boarded, and the pilot, eager to make up for lost time, made an announcement:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re finally ready to take off. I know we’re running late, but I’ll do my best to make up for lost time and get you to LA as soon as possible."

As the plane taxied to the runway, the co-pilot leaned over and said, "Captain, you do remember this is a commercial flight, right? Not a race car?"

The captain chuckled. "Relax. I used to be a fighter pilot. This will be a smooth ride."

The plane took off, and true to his word, the captain was flying fast. Thirty minutes into the flight, he made another announcement:

"Good news, folks! We’re ahead of schedule. If we keep this up, we’ll land in Los Angeles almost an hour early."

Suddenly, a flight attendant rushed into the cockpit, looking panicked.

"Captain! A passenger just asked if he could visit the cockpit."

The captain smirked. "Tell him this isn’t a cab, and I’m not giving tours. Unless he’s got coffee."

The flight attendant sighed. "He’s got something better—he’s the air traffic controller from New York… and he says we’re going in the wrong direction!"

The captain blinked, checked the instruments, and realized they were heading towards Canada.

He grabbed the intercom: "Uh… folks, slight change of plans. Hope you like maple syrup!"