So I was at the neighborhood DMV to acquire my driver’s license when my father irritated the lady at the counter. It turns out she was the lady that had to do the actual road test with me. We enter the car and I believed I was doing pretty well, until she starts freaking out? She tells me to pull to the side, 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 for me. Gives me a field sobriety test. I literally had to take a sobriety test when I tried to driver's license. Luckily I passed one test that day.