Have you ever seen the girl of your dreams walking by the street. You clenched your fist, mustered the dopey courage, and chased her to finally ask for that number. You went up to her, she smiled at you, only, there's an icky food splinter in between her nice, white dentures. And you say, "Ewe, that's disgusting!" No, I haven't experience such humiliation but I almost had it for the
Sony Ericsson W800i. Oh no, it's a shame!
