Of busses,men and trickle trickle merry-pees

Went in the bus yesterday after years, and well, I realised my memory has faded a bit on the compliments of busrides in good ol' Sri Lanka (other than the thrill of a high speed deathride ofcourse).
To the knowledge of inexperienced females out there, SL busrides include the complimentary attributes like: the sexy sweaty musk of unhygienic commuters, a blabbering dirty conductor, a whale-ish woman who needs the seat next to her to rest her minuscule excuse of a handbag as if taking up half of the other seat with her ass is not enough, and of course the mentally disarrayed male population. The woman even had the nerve to glare at me for asking her to move her bag from the only seat in the bus!

I was perplexed at how to react to a certain incident on the bus ride. The bus was quite empty, and three 19-something men(kids?) got in and I really didn't see them behind my seat or even knew they were there until I felt something brush against my hair lightly. My hair is very short but as someone was standing next to the seat right behind me I thought it was unintended. But this alerted me to the conversation of these three. Realization hit they were actually talking about my hair. It went something along the lines of maara kondey ne, maara chic, wonder where you got the hairstyle from, etc etc. It was a combination of english and sinhala and an attempt to get attention. Was slightly annoying since they were right behind and quite loud. Now the pissing off point came when I felt that same brush of hand again. This time I knew it was intentional, instinctly turned around to give a peice of my mind and and and.. I could only manage a pissed off frown and a glare. Reason? I was stuck. Well what could I have said?
"What the fuck do you think you are doing trying to feel up my hair?? (intial-reaction which I didn't voice)"
"Malli salon ekata yana paara kiyannada? (after-after-thought)"

I realised I couldn't really communicate in sinhala and sound as annoyed as I was. Also realised I really didn't want to say anything in english thought they were speaking in singlish on and off.
But I think my dirtylook was enough and they chickened out from there on. OR they finally realised I was much older than them. This was what I naturally expected them to think, and was the reason at me been a bit taken back when I turned around and saw how young they looked. Okay, I am not thaat old (still reaching my mid twenties ;) ) but still!!! I was dressed like a professional after a very professional day at a business meeting at the super professional WTC !
Or am I getting a bit ahead of myself wanting respect from some immature kids? Sigh, I think my adult-genes are developing. Anyway, I still can't think of a response in sinhala I could have uttered that would have really taken my message across!


On a totally different note, RD I'd like know whether you know a method of doing a stealth-pee? Please do share, if you do. Going into the loo,unintentionally with a senior professional whom you are trying to impress, and listening to her pee in the cubicle next to you while you try to control the volume of your thunderous pee that seems to echo off the cubicle walls IS.NOT.PLEASANT. Especially when your bladder is loaded up with mugs and mugs of coffee. Each and every noise, of a zipper and pants going down, to the initial trickle and the sudden control to reduce the volume, it's so damn loud. To top it off you get very light and merry, christmassy music in the background (courtsey of the WTC loos sound system).
And the acting comes when you both pretend nothing uncomfortable just happened and wash your hands and walk out making pleasant conversation. Ahh, joy!