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.
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 dont fix watches. Im a mohel.
Butin your windowyou have a clock!
So what would you put in the window?
Leo Rosten, The Joys of Yiddish.