always wondered; butchers put meat on dispay, a pawn shop has the tree-doodad hanging outside. fish mongers...well fish. How a moil advertise his craft....
He uses the foreskins to make a wallet. When you rub it, it becomes a suitcase.
{rimshot}
A man passed a store window with nothing in it but a clock, stepped inside, and asked, “How long would it take you to fix my watch?”“How should I know?” shrugged the baleboss. “I don’t fix watches. I’m a mohel.
“But—in your window—you have a clock!”
“So what would you put in the window?”
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— Leo Rosten, The Joys of Yiddish.