R.I.P Muffler

The irony of life: The day that you are bragging about how wonderful your car is, and how well it is doing considering it's old age, is the same day that your muffler falls off and suddenly you realize you drive a ghetto-hunk-of-junk. So Monday night Kendall, Drake and I are helping Joey move, my car is packed full of electronics. Three cars and a truck pull out of the parking garage head to the new place, suddenly the little green caboose is missing. Where is Blackie??? Blackie has pulled over to the side because she hears a weird noise. My first thought was that it was a speaker, some how a speaker ended up falling out of my car and now I am dragging it by the cord. Hopefully joey won't notice. I get out, wander around the passenger side and there is nothing there, strange. I get back into the car and realize that everyone else is long gone. Meh, no biggy I've been to the new place before so I should be able to find it again. I pull out, and my car growls at me. That's not right, my car doesn't make sounds like that. What the heck is going on? I drive for aways, listening. It doesn't take me long to figure out the sound is my muffler but I didn't really connect the dots all that quickly that the dragging sound is the sound of both my head pipe and my actual muffler being dragged behind me. After less than a mile the light bulb in my head clicks on and I have that.. "oh man, I'm dumb and I really need to pull over and check this out right now" moment. So I pull over (again), it's late at night so it is dark, and I know next to nothing when it comes to getting around Denver, grrrreat. I lay down and look under my car..hmm.. that cannot be good for my muffler, but I only have few miles to go. If I keep my speed down and don't back up I should be good right? Let's try it and see! So here is the visual moment for you. My little green car going down I-25, dragging my muffler with sparks flying. All I want to do while I'm driving is pretend to be some ghetto gangster in a really craptastic low rider with a bad muffler who still thinks they look bad ass. By the time I get to Joey's house the guys have already unloaded most of the stuff. I'm on the phone with my dad trying to figure out just what I am going to need to do in order to get this all working again. I have no problems working on my car myself but dead mufflers are something that is new to me. Generally mine is attached. Lol. Anyways, come to the rescue Kendall and Drake with a brilliant idea of using a coat hanger to keep the head pipe from dragging. There was a lot of joking around and attempted head smashing while they were under the car but eventually they yank off my muffler and I put it into my trunk, this is a good place to keep your muffler, really, try it. The next day I took my car into a shop and had them put a new muffler on. You should have heard them laughing when they saw the quick fix from the night before. :) But I don't know what I would have done without Drake and Kendall, actually I would have continued to be the sparky wonder, but my little car probably preferred the coat hanger method. I think I should have been upset about the whole thing a little more than I was but really it was too funny to be pissed, and I got to drive Joey's much nicer car all day while mine was in the shop. Vroom vroom!