Overwhelming sorrow, grief or disappointment.
Or: When you arrive at the SF Street Food Festival and you are hungry and you have pushed your way through a throng of people (and even spotted your ex-boyfriend, which was awkward and uncomfortable) and you have waited and waited in a long, snaking line for the one and only Hapa Ramen -- basically The One Thing You Really Want to Eat at the Whole Festival -- and then the woman two people in front of you buys the last bowl of ramen.
So you have to settle for this somen salad instead.
Thankfully, it turned out to be a rebound with a happy ending: Spicy, salty, perfectly cooked noodles. Delicious. (And don't worry -- I ate around the pork. Still going strong on the veggie kick, and doing really well.)
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