I hate how a coupla jerkwad shitballs at the dog park sour the place/experience for me and fuck up my day while I absorb their privileged attitude of ownership toward the world.
I can just feel it's gonna be the better part of the hour before my blood pressure goes down. Moreso cuz I spoke up to them. Each. Separately.
To push back or not: neither choice is any good. And this choice is scarier.