 So I did all the above. Like, I cut this kid off. I was tailgating him for at least 10 minutes. He had no idea that it was me. It was great. And then I start getting all these text messages. Just the last break from my sister. And the angry text, like, she speaks in emoji and I don't. And I didn't know what she was saying, so I had to pick up the phone. I'm like, what's going on? Is everything okay? She goes, no, it's not okay. You made Brady fail. His driver said he has to retake it.