Crap and/or abusive instructors

When I took my test, many years ago, I was taught by an ex-raf trained Sgt instructor, He told you once, two hands, then whack across steering wheel, with a wooden ruler, as for using mirrors, a bellowing in the ears “Mirrors boy”, and gawd help you if you clipped a kerb,
Them was different times, today’s modern snowflakes, would be running to mummy, moaning about the bad shouty man . He was a good instructor, had very few fails, he knew how to, curb the enthusiasm of youth,
I passed and he offered me a job, driving one of his own trucks, I declined as I had a job at the time,. Hindsight…