Lena and Ole had reached "a certain age", and Lena visited her doctor to ask his help in reviving her Ole's sex drive. "What about trying Viagra?", asks the doctor. "Not likely" she said. "Ole von't even take an aspirin." "Not a problem," replied the doctor. "Drop it into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went." Not even a week later, she called up the doctor, who directly inquired as to progress. Lena exclaimed, "Uff da! Yust awful, Doctor." "Really? What happened?", asked the doctor. "Ya, vell, last Sunday after church, I did vat you said and I slipped it in his coffee. Yumpin' yiminee, it was sumting. He yumped hisself straight up, and his pants vas lookin' like our bull in da spring! Vit one svoop of his arm, he sent da cups and tablecloth flying, ripped my Sunday dress and best apron to tatters and took me den and dere, making mad, passionate love to me. Right dere on da tabletop! It vas a nightmare, I tell you!" "Why so terrible?", asked the doctor. "Do you mean the sex was not good?" "No, no, no, Doctor. Dat part vas fine. In fact, it vas da best relations I've had in 30 years. Yust like our honeymoon, ven Ole and me vere yust kids. "So", asked the doctor, "What exactly is the problem then?" "Vell", said Lena, "Fur certain sure, I'll never be able to show my face in Olsen's cafe after Sunday church again!"
