So I was at the neighborhood DMV to get my license when my dad pissed off the woman at the desk. Turns out she was the woman that had to conduct the real driving test with me. We get in the car and I thought I was doing pretty well, until she begins getting upset? She has me to stop the car, tells me I’m the worst driver ever. Following shouting at me, she orders I go back to the DMV. Then the remainder of the time she is on her phone. When we get there, there is a highway patrolman waiting. Administers a sobriety test. I literally had to take a sobriety test when I tried to license. Luckily I succeeded in one test that day.