This is where an expatriot from a first world country becomes so accustomed to the benefits of living in a developing country that they have expectations or express opinions that would totally
unreasonable back at home.
eg. I am used to all of my dirty clothes magically disappearing from the floor in my bathroom and reappearing in my cupboard clean and ironed (and I pay very little for this service). But one day I go to wear my favourite shirt and discover it is still in the laundry. Instead of walking to the laundry to get it with my own two legs, I get huffy and annoyed that my maid hasn't brought it to my cupboard. (The expat moment !) This feeling lasts for a moment (hopefully) until I realise that I am spoiled and ridiculous and can get my shirt myself.