The space heater on my desk has caused a power cord to become brittle and crumbly. IS arrives to install new cables. My desk must be pushed out into the middle of a large warehouse room. I get a woman to help me wrap it up in electrical tape. My "Hold my calls" joke falls flat. The tape is old and comes off immediately in small sticky strips. I seem to be holding a pistol while we work. I tell her I think it's unloaded, but we both can see it has at least four bullets.