So I was at the neighborhood DMV to get my license when my dad irritated the lady at the counter. It turns out she was the woman that had to administer the actual driving test with me. We get into the vehicle and I thought I was doing pretty well, until she begins freaking out? She tells me to stop the car, tells me I’m the most terrible driver. Following scolding me, she insists I go back to the DMV. Then the remainder of the time she is on her phone. When we get there, there is a state trooper waiting. Gives me a sobriety test. Literally had to take a sobriety test when I was trying to obtain my license. Luckily I succeeded in one test that day.