So, points on your licence makes you the “worst” driver, as apposed to actually being a terrible driver .
Take my second wife. Never got any points on her licence, she’d proclaim. But you absolutely took your life in your hands getting in her car. I cringe when I remember short journeys, cutting up other vehicles at every junction/roundabout, zero car awareness/control. She had 9 accidents in 4 years, including hitting cars in car parks in her Micra then claiming she had not (despite clear camera footage of the whole thing, including her getting out to look at the damage before driving off). This culminated in her hitting a stationary car at 40mph on a totally empty 4 lane road in good clear weather conditions, writing off both her Jazz & the Astra she hit & injuring the occupants sitting in it.
I still recall her driving my Carlton home from my work after I’d had to go to A&E. She drove 8 miles in first gear. The car reeked of smoked clutch and fried oil from being redlined. Both mirrors were hanging on their safety tethers after hitting god knows what – c/w big scores in the paint where they had been swinging around for miles.
Thank the lord, she now travels by bus.
Thankfully not an issue for me since the divorce. I’d be a bit worried if my current wife hopped into the driving seat, unless Guide Dogs have managed to up their training somewhat.
In life, it's not who you know that's important, it's how your wife found out.