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rickanderson
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A Presbyterian minister visiting the older section of Brooklyn, NY for the first time in his life notices that his watch has stopped. And it's lunchtime. New to the neighborhood, he looks around trying to find a watch-repair place, but finding none, he nearly gives up. Until ... he notices the sign above a storefront that says "Your Friendly Neighborhood MOYEL. No Waiting." Having not the slightest idea what a "Moyel" is, he notices various time-pieces in the large storefront picture window of the shop: clocks an watches, mainly. But it's lunchtime, and even though the shop looks closed, he can see an older, bespeckled gentlemen with thick glasses in the back behind the counter. So he rings the front bell. The old gentleman looks up, puzzled, as the minister points to his watch. The old gent opens the door for him.
"Yes??" he said. "Can I help you?"
"Hi. Um ... I saw your clocks and watches in the window. Would you fix my watch? It's stopped."
"Mister, can't you read my sign? I'm a moyel."
"B-but ... I saw your clocks and watches in your window. Don't you repair clocks and watches?"
"Mister ... you new to this neighborhood or something? I said I'm a MOYEL. Okay, already?"
The minister, increasingly puzzled and frustrated with the old man, said: "I beg your pardon, Sir. But I thought you repaired clocks and watches. Look at all your clocks and watches in your window! WHAT, exactly is a Moyel?"
The old gentlemen stared for a moment at the minister as if he had just come from Mars, and said "I circumcise Jewish babies when they're eight days old, Mister. That's what I do. You know, it's a special ceremony."
At this, the minister looked even MORE puzzled: "But then ... WHY in the world would you put all these CLOCKS and WATCHES in your window?! How's a person supposed to know you don't repair clocks and watches?"
"SO, Mister Know-It-All ...," said the old gent. "You think YOU got a better idea? Okay then, what would YOU have me put in my window???"
"Yes??" he said. "Can I help you?"
"Hi. Um ... I saw your clocks and watches in the window. Would you fix my watch? It's stopped."
"Mister, can't you read my sign? I'm a moyel."
"B-but ... I saw your clocks and watches in your window. Don't you repair clocks and watches?"
"Mister ... you new to this neighborhood or something? I said I'm a MOYEL. Okay, already?"
The minister, increasingly puzzled and frustrated with the old man, said: "I beg your pardon, Sir. But I thought you repaired clocks and watches. Look at all your clocks and watches in your window! WHAT, exactly is a Moyel?"
The old gentlemen stared for a moment at the minister as if he had just come from Mars, and said "I circumcise Jewish babies when they're eight days old, Mister. That's what I do. You know, it's a special ceremony."
At this, the minister looked even MORE puzzled: "But then ... WHY in the world would you put all these CLOCKS and WATCHES in your window?! How's a person supposed to know you don't repair clocks and watches?"
"SO, Mister Know-It-All ...," said the old gent. "You think YOU got a better idea? Okay then, what would YOU have me put in my window???"
