Mornin’, Ole

Ole and Lena went to the same Lutheran Church. Lena went every Sunday and taught Sunday School. Ole went on Christmas and Easter, and maybe a few times during the year.
One Sunday, Ole was sitting in the pew right behind Lena and got to noticing what a fine looking woman she was.
While they were taking up the collection, Ole leaned forward and said, “Lena, how about you and me go to dinner in New Ulm next Friday?”
“Yah, Ole, dot vould be nice,” Lena replied.
Ole was tickled as all get out. All week long he polished his old Ford truck. On Friday he picked up Lena and took her to the finest restaurant in New Ulm.
When they sat down, Ole looked at Lena and asked, “Lena, vould you a cocktail before supper?”
“Oh, no, Ole,” Lena said, “Vat vould I tell my Sunday School class?”
Ole was a little taken back, but he didn’t say much about it. After dinner, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering Lena one.
“Oh, no, Ole,” Lena said, “Vat vould I tell my Sunday School class?”
Well, Ole was feeling kind of low, having had two offers rebuffed. On the way home, was they passed the Hot Springs Motel, he figured, heck, he’d struck out twice, so he had nothing to lose.
“Hey, Lena, vould you like to stop at the motel with me?”
“Yah, Ole, dot vould be nice,” she replied.
Ole couldn’t believe his luck. He whipped his Ford into the parking lot, jumped out of the truck, ran into the hotel office, checked in, ran back out, and took Lena right to the hotel room.
The next morning Ole got up first. He looked at Lena lying on the bed, her hair spread out all over the pillow. “Vat have I done, vat have I done?” Ole thought. He shook Lena awake. “Lena, I’ve got to ask you von thing.”
“Vot’s dat?” she said, sleepily.
“Vat are you going to tell your Sunday School class?”
“The same ting I alvays tell dem. You don’t have to drink and smoke to have a good time.”