New Yorkeregret

The feeling of despair that floods your conscience after invariably being asked by a co-worker about a "totally amazing" article that you had skipped over in the New Yorker a month ago--after a moment of hesitation--and will never, ever have another opportunity to read. Ever.

Kevin: Hey, did you read that article by Ken Auletta in last month's New Yorker about the Indian newspapers?
You: Crap. No, I sort of got busy and, ... (trailing off)
Kevin: (wistfully) Oh. My. God. It was seriously the best thing I've read in like, months. It was actually the best thing I've read in probably a year. Five years even.
You: Thanks for the hearty helping of New Yorkeregret.