A fellow walking down the street notices that his watch is way off. It's been giving him problems lately, and he intends to take it in for repair, but he keeps forgetting about it. But serendipity seems to be at work. He discovers himself standing in front of a small shop and it has watches and clocks in the show window.

He goes inside. Behind the counter sits an elderly gentleman with glasses and a long beard. The elderly man looks up from his book and says, "Yes?"

The fellow takes off his watch and says, "My watch is not keeping very good time lately. I'd like to have it repaired."

The elderly gentleman says, "I'm sorry, but I don't repair timepieces. I'm a mohel."

"A mohel? I'm sorry, but what is a mohel?"

"A mohel performs circumcisions," says the old gentleman.

"But—   I thought this was a watch repair shop. I mean, if you don't repair watches and clocks, then why do you have all those watches and clocks in your show window?"

"So . . . what would you put in the window?"

Don Firth