Yesterday, my friends and I all went to Elitch Gardens (the Colorado amusement park) located in downtown Denver. We decided to eat in town because the food inside the park is too expensive and is just plain nasty.

We walked a few blocks down to Union Station and hopped on the “Free Mall Ride” RTD bus for the 16th street mall (an outside strip mall). The bus came to its first stop. At the stop, smoke came into the bus window just above my friend, Bronson’s,  seat. It looked as if his butt was smoking.

He freaked out. He jumped up and started to yell, “Fire! Fire! Fuego! Fuego”

My other friend Chelsea said, “It’s just a manhole Bronson.”

That didn’t stop Bronson from freaking out though. So Chelsea just told him, “Bronson sit down!”

Bronson sat down and ignored everything that had just happened, realizing that he was ridiculous for thinking that there was a fire. Seconds later the bus driver came to the back of the bus and said, “Get off my bus.”

We all assumed that he told us to get off the bus because of Bronson’s behavior, but anyone would have freaked out if smoke was seemingly coming out of their butt.

We were ready to argue our case but the bus driver said, “No, really, get off my bus. It’s on fire.”

We all quickly filed off the bus and hopped onto the next bus. When we passed the first bus we were on we could see a scorch mark on the side. Bronson said, “See, I told you guys the bus was on fire, but nobody believes me.”

That’s how my friend’s smoking butt saved our lives.