Pray, cast your gaze upon the current state of affairs in the German Empire, where the esteemed gentlemen of the Lufthansa society have found themselves in a predicament most comical. It appears that the great merchants of the air, who once boasted of conquering the clouds, are now facing a crisis of the most vulgar nature: they have simply run out of fuel!
According to the reports from Der Spiegel, the illustrious Mr. Carsten Spohr, the head of this vast enterprise, convened a meeting of his board of directors—likely a gathering of anxious gentlemen in silk hats—to lament the global shortage of kerosene. One can almost imagine the scene: Mr. Spohr, clutching his ledger with trembling hands, declaring that their magnificent fleet is now little more than a collection of expensive ornaments.
To remedy this catastrophe, the board of directors—those cunning speculators of the sky—are pondering two delightful options. The first suggests a modest reduction in capacity, grounding some twenty aircraft. The second, for those who prefer a more dramatic flourish of despair, involves grounding forty of their iron steeds. It is a most exquisite irony that the first to be cast aside shall be the most gluttonous of beasts—the Airbus A340 and the Boeing 747-400—which consume oil with the voracity of a bankrupt gambler spending his last sovereign.
Indeed, these commercial gentlemen have already budgeted a staggering 1.7 billion euros for fuel expenses in the year of our Lord 2026. Mr. Spohr, in a fit of melancholy, lamented that the troubles of the Near East and the soaring prices of oil have created "immense problems."
And how, you may ask, does a gentleman of the board intend to retrieve his lost profit? With the utmost simplicity! By slashing expenses and increasing the prices of tickets. Thus, the common traveler shall pay more for the privilege of flying, while the shareholders continue to dream of their golden dividends, all while the fuel-starved aircraft sit idle upon the tarmac like forgotten carriages in a dusty stable.