Digital Wanderer

    The third time fell on some city holiday. All traffic in the center was blocked off, and a bit of chaos reigned at the testing center. Two girls and I were waiting for things to finally get sorted out. However, we were informed that the queue of test-takers was delayed for a few hours. And so, with complete peace of mind, we headed out for a walk along the bypass road under construction to my home district of Novy Forshtadt, better known among the Russian-speaking population as Pervomayka. We made it practically to my house, but I couldn't convince the girls to pay me a visit. I popped in for a bit myself, and immediately hurried back.
    When I showed up at the lot, my instructor gave me some even worse news: while I was getting some fresh air in pleasant company, the inspector freed up unexpectedly fast, and I missed my turn.
The inspector freed up quickly because the city center was blocked off, and it was impossible to drive the entire route - so the test-takers were just driving up to the center, and immediately turning back, getting their licenses this way for 5 minutes of driving straight. However, by the time I got back and was ready to take the test, the barricades had already been removed. Therefore, I had to roll through the entire route.
That was the backstory. And here's the story:
My inspector turned out to be the head of the CSDD himself, meaning the organization responsible for road traffic in Latvia, where we were actually taking the exam. He likes it when the examinee drives fast and confidently, not braking at every intersection for 5 minutes. I would have gladly granted this wish, but one fact slightly hindered me. The car I had been learning to drive in with my instructor and, respectively, taking the exam in, had a low clutch and accelerated slowly compared to my dad's car, which I had been driving a lot before the test. Nerves added a fair share, too.
    I must say that I drove the entire route practically fine, racking up some non-scary number of penalty points. However, I drove exactly the way I shouldn't have for this particular inspector, meaning slowly and nervously. It all culminated near the very end of the route when, exiting a roundabout, I took a position that wasn't quite the extreme right, but a bit to the left. This became the final straw that broke the inspector's patience and the formal pretext that allowed him to slap me with 4 more penalty points. I almost thought I had passed, when I reached the end of the route and, sitting in the driver's seat, listened to a lecture about proper and confident driving. However, the inspector-director scraped the bottom of the barrel for enough points to round it up to 10, and thereby force me to go for a retake for the 4th time. I certainly understand that as the head of the organization, he must increase its profitability. It's just a pity it's at my expense.
P.S. For the curious - taking the driving test costs roughly 50$