Bison = Bye, Son!

I used to work in Yellowstone. One day, a bison came and lay down close to the boardwalk at Old Faithful. A woman holding a little boy (toddler age) started running up to it. Luckily, I had grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her down.

Guest: “What are you doing?!”

Me: “Saving your life.”

Guest: *Screeching.* “You just assaulted me!”

Her screeching startles the bison, who stands up and scurries away.

Guest: *Still screeching.* “Now look at what you did?! I’m going to sue you and the lodge for ruining a perfect vacation photo!”