It noticed that almost all the women of this city are tall, blonde, and fit. So I decided to go to the synagogue to see if I could meet a nice Jewish Norwegian*. A little bit of internet research and I knew where to find a minyan** every morning at 7:15 am.
This morning I walked for 20 minutes and arrived at the address I had found. The synagogue is a three story square brick building on Bergstein street with none of the adornment that one usually associates with houses of worship. The door was locked, but a number pad had pictures above it indicating that I should press the pound key to be let in.
I heard ringing. It went on for a little while, and just as I began to walk away I heard a click. I opened the door and stepped in. I was in a very small carpeted room with another door immediately in front of me. It was locked. I looked around. To my right there was a window above a counter with two big guys behind it looking at me.
“Yes, what do you want?” I heard in a Norwegian accent over a speaker.
“Is there a minyan now?” I asked. I didn’t have a loudspeaker.
“No. Services are only on Saturdays.”
“Oh, okay.” I left and walked back to the hostel I’m staying at. I stopped for a moment on a bridge over a pretty stream and watched the tall fit blondes walk by.
*There are pretty tall blond Jews elsewhere. I dated one a few years back, until she dumped me.
** A Jewish prayer meeting.