Sid Goldstein was trembling inside but dared not show it. "I am pretty handy around machinery. Any problems you name it i can fix it. If you need hands for that kind of work, I'm your man."
He eyed the shelf briefly. He was dying for a drink but given his current financial status, he decided mentally he wasn't going to spend it.
He returned his gaze back to the barkeep.
"So you know anybody who needs those kind of hands ?"