 Lana Roos is nervous: it s her 26th attempt to pass her driving test. The examiner is a friendly gent who tries to put her at ease. Soon enough though things starts to seriously meddle with her concentration: the man lights a cigar, which makes her cough; his wife keeps nagging him on his cell phone and two pestering brats on bicycles seem bent on double troubling the rules of engagement of big city traffic for her.