So I was at the neighborhood DMV to obtain my driving permit when my father irritated the lady at the counter. It turns out she was the lady that had to conduct the actual driving test with me. We get in the car and I thought I was doing pretty well, when she begins getting upset? She tells me to pull to the side, tells me I’m the most terrible driver. Following shouting at me, she insists I go back to the DMV. Then the rest of the time she is on her mobile. When we get there, there is a police officer waiting. Gives me a sobriety test. Literally had to take a sobriety examination when I get my driver's license. Fortunately I passed one test that day.