So I was at the neighborhood DMV to acquire my driver’s license when my father pissed off the lady at the desk. It turns out she was the woman that had to conduct the actual driving test with me. We get into the vehicle and I thought I was doing pretty well, until she starts freaking out? She tells me pull over, says I’m the worst driver ever. Following shouting at me, she orders I go back to the DMV. And the remainder of the time she is on her phone. When we get there, there is a highway patrolman waiting for me. Gives me a field sobriety test. Literally had to take a sobriety test when I was trying to obtain my driver's license. Fortunately I passed one test that day.