Is this really what we’ve become, people? Dork-shamers?

Some poor dork saved up all their money, and bought a dork-car that they knew was defective by design, starting to fall apart even before it rolled off the dork-car assembly line. Because they had a deep, sweet dork-passion for the RoboCop franchise, Bud Light, and gun shows, with enough Venn diagram overlap to let them set common sense on indefinite hold, and follow their dork dreams, little dork heart aflutter with excitement. And then the dork returns from a hearty breakfast at Applebee’s, and finds this note pinned to their dork-mobile 😓

How would you feel if that happened to you? Maybe we’re the real dorks. Shame on us.