When I returned from lunch I saw another friend circling the safe, studying it intently. He had not been a party to the earlier fiasco.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to move the safe," he stated matter-of-factly. "Do you want to help?"

"You've got to be kidding. I've already seen this movie." I said with seasoned experience and proceeded to tell him about the seven guys and the tablecloth. I held up my bleeding thumbnail as Exhibit A.

"You and I can move this bugger," he said, dismissing my expertise with a flick of his hand. So hideous was this safe and its presence so discordant to our dream studio that I forgot the morning's debacle and accepted his invitation. It wasn't long before we figured out a solution.

We hammered the tip of a screwdriver under the safe, slid a long piece of pipe over the handle of the screwdriver, and put a 2-by-4 under the pipe to serve as a fulcrum. By pulling the pipe down, we were able to lever the safe up a teeny-tiny bit - enough to slide a few pieces of paper underneath. Even though only one edge of the safe was lifted off the floor an imperceptible height, it allowed us to push the tip of the screwdriver under a little further.