"My grandma didn't drive. [One] day when I was maybe 7-8, I'd been trying to get someone, anyone to drive me to the store for candy. We were visiting my aunt and uncle, grandma lived with them. [...] Finally I said I'd just ask grandma, and my cousin chimes in with, 'Grandma can't drive.'
"'Oh you bet your sweet ass I can drive. They just don't let me!' Grandma had overheard and she was in high dudgeon. [My] aunt finally took me to the store, so I forgot about it.
"Years later, [my mum] explained that during prohibition grandma boot-legged alcohol for moonshiners. She was very successful at it. She was so successful at it that when the moonshiners were finally busted, even though the revenuers never caught my grandma, her license was suspended by the state 'to never be reissued.'" — Cocobean4
What a rollercoaster! They did also go on to say, "Later in life she was told she could petition for it back but it came with an admission of guilt or some such. She told 'em to go to hell."