The real shocker was on the way home. I got on the number 36 bus for the ride back into town. What seemed to be a mother and son got on at the same stop and sat a couple of seats behind me.
She: "It's really nice, the way that the countryside goes right into the city. Arthur's Seat is quite something. You'll like it here"
She: "I think you'll need three "B"s to get in to Edinburgh."
She: "Have you any more idea about what you'll study?"
She: "How about economic history?"
He: "Sounds boring."
She: "Aren't you interested in architecture? How about history of architecture?"
He: "Sounds a bit difficult."
She: "Well, you'll have to decide before you apply."
He: "Suppose so."
She: "Of course, we'll have to pay a fee if you come here. The Scots don't have to."
He: "Why's that?"
She: "Because they have a different government from us in England."
He: "Didn't know that."
He had of course got on the bus right outside the front door of the Scottish Parliament.