A routine walk became a transport crisis after a visiting mother mistook a silver VE SS Commodore — and apparently its driver — for her son.
The incident began innocently enough. A mother visiting from over east was staying with her son and decided to go for a walk down the street. At some point during that walk, however, the situation developed what investigators would later classify as significant gastrointestinal urgency.
It was at this critical moment that a silver VE SS Commodore appeared on the main street. The car looked identical to her son's. More importantly — and with consequences that would shortly become apparent — the driver apparently looked enough like him as well.
With little time available for further identification procedures, she waved the Commodore down. The driver, presumably believing somebody genuinely needed assistance, pulled over. She opened the door, climbed in and immediately delivered the sort of family update most people would ordinarily reserve for somebody they had known for more than four seconds.
“Oh thank God, I’m busting for a shit.” Opening statement, shortly after entering the wrong vehicle
Only after getting into the passenger seat and completing the announcement did she turn properly toward the driver.
“You’re not my son.” Identification procedure finally completed
Faced with a woman who had just flagged him down, entered his car and immediately briefed him on an unfolding bowel emergency, the unidentified driver did something remarkably decent: he laughed.
He then simply asked where she was going and offered to take her there anyway. The passenger, having moved through urgency, mistaken identity and horror in a matter of seconds, reportedly cracked up laughing as well.
The driver was never identified. No names were exchanged for the historical record. His contribution therefore survives only as that of an anonymous Good Samaritan with impeccable comedic timing and an unusually high tolerance for unexpected passenger disclosures.
A pleasant stroll begins with no indication that it will require a formal historical record.
Toilet planning is reassessed. Urgency increases. Strategic options narrow rapidly.
A silver VE SS appears. Vehicle and driver receive an extremely optimistic long-distance identification.
Passenger boards, announces crisis, looks at driver properly, and discovers a previously unconsidered problem.
The Commodore Incident remains an important reminder that before entering a vehicle and announcing intimate bodily information, experts recommend completing at least one positive identification of the driver. The recommendation remains non-binding.