I am in my cubicle at work when a klaxon goes off and a voice comes over the loudspeaker: "We have an emergency. All personnel, please exit the building." I flow out with the crowd to discover that the emergency is a sand blasting machine outside that someone has "accidentally" shot six times in the metal gut. Now it's acting just like a geyser; every few minutes it spurts a column of water more than a hundred feet in the air, all the time making a sickening sound like a dying elephant. The emergency is that it's also spurting bullets up into the air, which tend to come down in uncomfortable places. At last the machine dies and we all go back to work.
Later on, I am shopping for a gun at Walmart with my father. I don't remember what my plan was but it might have involved more emergencies at work...