Jet set

My Mum had just boarded the shuttle bus that takes you from Glasgow airport into town. She noticed that the volume level of the conversation between the driver and a guy who had just got on was increasing.

"What ja mean you wullny take a twenny pound note, what sort of fucking bus is this anyway?"
"It's the sort of fucking bus that goes te Buchanan Street Station"
"See youz, youz are a fucking arse..."
"Do you wann me to call security, 'sthat what you wann"?

There was a pause and the man with the twenty climbed off the bus. A couple more moments passed and a voice at the back announced just loudly enough for the rest of the bus to hear.

"Ah it's good te be home right enough"