Basically that phone was a continuous hand me down. My dad, a construction worker, bought it for himself, hence the cement mixer. Then, he managed to get a phone plan with insurance, so if it broke at work he wouldn’t have to pay for another phone. And the s5 got handed over to my mom. Where the pasta sauce happened.

Last. It got handed to me. A wee kid that was starting to dabble into the deeper side of IT. And thats were the rooting came from.

That phone is a trooper. And i genuinely miss when phones were not as fragile as tissue paper.