Am I The Only One Bothered By This?

You walk into your favorite local coffee shop with wholesome intentions to support small businesses, feeling like a pillar of the community. Then you spot it—a soulless AI-generated poster with those telltale warped hands and uncanny valley vibes plastered on their wall. The irony hits harder than a segfault at production deployment. You wanted to support human craftsmanship and local talent, but they couldn't even hire a local artist or designer. Instead, they fed a prompt into Midjourney and called it marketing. It's like going to a farm-to-table restaurant only to find out they're microwaving frozen dinners. The cognitive dissonance is real, and Squidward's chair-flipping exit perfectly captures that "I'm out" energy when your principles collide with reality.