So I was at the neighborhood DMV to get my license when my dad pissed off the lady at the desk. Apparently she was the lady that had to administer the actual road test with me. We get into the vehicle and I believed I was doing pretty well, when she starts freaking out? She has me to stop the car, tells me I’m the most terrible driver. After yelling at me, she insists I go back to the DMV. And the remainder of the time she is on her phone. When we get there, there is a state trooper waiting for me. Gives me a field sobriety test. Literally had to take a sobriety examination when I tried to license. Fortunately I passed one test that day.