Non-Descript

While trying to describe to the mechanic the scratchy, metal-on-metal, tearing-my-engine-apart noises my car decided to make yesterday, I realized that I become very tongue tied. My hands flew into the air to help image my paltry descriptions as my face reddened, but the description made itself understandable somehow. Now, if he had asked me to write a brief description, I more than likely would have handed him one of those blue, college essay exam books, each page filled with the squeaking, the ripping, the ear piercing sounds coming from my car.

And people wonder why I'm so shy in public....