He's got somewhere to go. And walking there on crutches is going to take forever.
Yesterday I was elected to go find the town welder. No one knew his name or number but a guy we know told us that the guy who owns one of the bars along the beach has been woken in the morning recently by people doing work on a nearby business and they are definitely having some welding done so go to that place and see if you can find him.
Where is it?
Do you know where the restaurant ChaChaCha is? Go to that block (I think it is parallel to the street along the ocean, about 3 blocks back) then look east at the corner and look for someone doing some welding.
I am fantastic at directions but manage to find the corner but not the welder so I go back to bar owner and ask him specifics. I get the name of the business. At the same time I also decide to find out the word for welding. I had the forethought of looking up "steel", "iron", and "holes" but had forgotten to look up weld/welder.
I find the business. At first it seems I am going to be turned away but then I get across that I am not trying to take the welder away from the job he is on now and the owner allows me to speak to the guy and get his name and number. I check with him that he can weld steel and/or iron and he looks at me as if I am crazy. Duh. What else does a welder weld?
So we've got ourselves a welder. He starts next Wednesday. But that may mean next month. Why do we need a welder? That's another post.
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