Every year, Ole and Lena would go to the airshow at the local airport. Every year, Ole would plead with Lena to let him take a ride in the aerobatic plane. And every year, Lena would say, "No, Ole. Dat ride costs ten dollars, and ten dollars is ten dollars." Finally, one year Ole had had enough. They were standing by the pilot, and Ole turned to Lena and said "Lena, I love you. But I'm seventy one years old, and I'm gonna take a ride in dat dere trick plane." The pilot, who had been hearing this for decades, looked at them and said, "Tell you what, folks. I'll give you a ride, and if you don't say a word through the whole flight, it'll be free. I won't charge the 10 bucks. But you can't say even a word." Ole looks at Lena, and she just starts moving toward the airplane. They both get in, and off they go. Not a single word comes from the back seats, through loops and inverted flight and climbs and dives and all sorts of trick flying. 30 minutes later, they land, and the pilot looks back to tell them the ride is free, since they said nothing. But he only sees Ole. "Ole!" he exclaims. "Where is Lena??" "Oh, she fell out back dere some place. Maybe five minutes after we took off." "Why didn't you say something??" yelled the pilot. "Well, wasn't much we could do ya know, and ten dollars is ten dollars."