The fleeting joy one feels when clearing up after a party, to find a beer can, with the seeming resistance of weight which would indicate fullness only to realise it is empty and merely stuck to the table.
I had some serious dashpectation when I thought I found one last can of beer last night.
Pretense of victimhood or oppression in order to win undeserved sympathy and notice.
That Occupy Wall Street protester standing over there holding a Starbucks coffee and talking on his cell phone is sure fauxpressed.