So I was at the neighborhood DMV to obtain my license when my dad angered the lady at the counter. Apparently she was the lady that had to administer the actual road test with me. We get in the car and I believed I was doing pretty well, until she begins freaking out? She tells me pull over, tells me I’m the worst driver she's seen. Following shouting at me, she demands I go back to the DMV. Then the rest of the time she is on her mobile. When we get there, there is a highway patrolman waiting for me. Gives me a sobriety test. Literally had to take a sobriety test when I get my driver's license. Luckily I passed one test that day.