FW: KFA - Kompletely Finished Airline

[nita khatau]

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Subject: FW: KFA - Kompletely Finished Airline
Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2012 01:53:00 +0000

 

 
 

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> The Kompletely Finished Airlines (KFA) was on the brink. Its pilots
> were on strike and staff had not been paid salaries for six months.
>
> Banks, which had lent huge sums of money, were closing in. But there
> was one reason why KF Airlines still drew passengers; it was hijack
> proof. And this is how it earned its reputation.
> It happened some months back.
> Two of the three hijackers on KFA Flight 333, who had dozed off to
> sleep, wake up and spring out of their seats brandishing things that
> looked like sharp weapons. One of them takes hold of the stewardess
> and yells for all the passengers to hear, “Don’t move. This is a
> hijack. We are taking this plane to Karachi.”
> “Wait a minute,” says a passenger who looks like a banker, “you can’t
> take this plane. My bank has already seized it to recover dues owned
> by the company. This plane is going to Mumbai to be auctioned.”
> “Just hold on,” says the hijacker, “let me check my tickets. We could
> be on the wrong flight.” After checking his tickets he says, “We are
> on the correct flight. To hell with your bank.”
> One of the hijackers moves towards the cockpit taking the stewardess
> along while the second one stands guard in the isle. Meanwhile the
> third hijacker takes his place at the rear. The cockpit door is jerked
> open and the hijacker rushes in and shuts it. “There is no need to
> panic. Stay calm. This is a hijack. If you do as you are told your
> life will be spared.”
> Seeing the surprised look on the pilot’s face, the hijacker asked,
> “Who are you?”
> “I am the steward, not the pilot,” said the uniformed person in the
> pilot’s seat. “The pilots are on strike because they haven’t been paid
> salaries for the last three months.”
> “Then, who is flying this plane?” asked the hijacker, a little nervous now.
> “Nobody is,” said the steward, “we haven’t even taken off.”
> The turn of events shocks the hijacker, but he quickly recovers. “I
> must have dozed off. Can you fly this plane?” he asks the steward.
> “But I don’t have a licence,” says the steward.
> “What if I hold a box cutter to your head?” the hijacker threatens.
> “Then maybe,” says the steward, “but there still is one problem. We
> don’t have fuel.”
> “What?” the hijacker asks.
> “The oil companies won’t give us fuel because we still owe them a lot
> of money,” the steward blurts out.
> The hijacker thinks for a while and then pulls out his satellite phone
> and makes a call to Karachi. “Karachi, we have a problem. Can you wire
> some 10,000 dollars to the KFA account to buy some aviation fuel?”
> Karachi agrees, but the money has to be routed through a series of
> offshore accounts to hide the source and this takes some time.
> Meanwhile the hijacker yells for the stewardess. “Bring me some
> coffee.”
> “Sorry sir,” says the stewardess, “but the company cut coffee,
> biscuits and toffees from the menu to pay the mortgage on the boss’s
> luxury villa.”
> After what seems like an hour a fuel tanker drives to the plane and
> unloads its contents.
> “Can we take off now?” the hijacker asks.
> “I don’t think we can take off, because this plane has only one
> engine,” says the steward.
> “What happened to the other one?” asks the hijacker.
> “It is being used to power the boss’s Formula 1 car.”
> The hijacker is stunned. He then gets angry that the hijack has gone
> horribly wrong and yells. “I want to talk to your boss.”
> The frightened steward calls up the boss and gives the phone to the
> hijacker who listens for a while and then hands it back. “What did he
> say?” the steward asks.
> “Nothing. The mobile company said his SIM card was deactivated because
> bills were not paid for the last six months,” says the hijacker and
> walks out.
>
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